Mogadishu, I did not know what to expect upon landing at the Aden Adde International Airport.I guess one has little expectations when all you have heard of a country is war and famine, but I chose to have an open mind and go with the flow. One thing that will hit you upon entering the city is the heat, of course expected of an ocean front city. I found a city rising from the ruins of conflict, commerce going on despite the fear of an Al Shabaab attack. Somalis know how to rebuild and rebuilding is going on in this great city once called the white pearl of the Indian Ocean, you have to see their beaches to understand why it’s the white pearl.
What pained me the most is how the long years of conflict affected historical sites, culture and way of life. The one thriving Uruba hotel facing the sea as if to say “I will be back”, the Mogadishu Cathedral set up by the Italians in 1928 in great ruins but the tower stand as if to say, “don’t give up on me, I shall rise again.”
I found a beautiful city rearing to go, I found a people who despite a history of conflict were hopeful of a brighter future, I found children happy, I found commerce going on, I found a youth strong, I Found the white pearl of the Indian Ocean.