Last Friday while on break at my place of employ, jiffy lube, I was on break with my faithful friend and blood brother Jef'hnuh. He inform me that he would like to enjoy a drink after work to celebrate his father's death day. Jef'hnuh's father was the head of the somalian navy for many moons, and demanded much respect among the community and harnessed enough honour throughout his lifetime to empower 3 full grown men. This made him a figurehead of the community, but fill Jef'hnuh with feelings of inadequate knowing he could not collect even a shard of the honour that his father contained. This pushed Jef'hnuh to become one of the best boy soldiers that somalia has ever seen, and gave his father much pride. Upon death, he receive his fathers blessing. This is rarely performed, somali father suppose to always be harsh on his sons so they grow strong. For these reasons we celebrate the day he die like it is a holiday.
Me and Jef'hnuh have know eachother for many cycles of the gazelle, even longer (and more importantly) than my wife. We become boy soldiers together, and slaughter many enemies together while growing up. Although I was never half of the boy soldier or teenage assassin that Jef'hnuh was, we still got along handsomely throughout our mandatory service in the military from ages 7-16. Once you become 16 you may leave the service, however me and Jef'hnuh serve until the ripe old age of 19. He made it to become head captain of his very own squad of teenager assassins. This is an impress thing to do. I myself obtain a strike force of attack dogs with a detachment of boy soldiers but to get to command a squad of highly trained teenagers is a massive accomplishment. Even though his accomplishment are many he has never impress upon me that he is better. He sees me as an equal.
I tell him that I join him for drink, but my first boy is to join us. He recently become 18 and is now allow to consume alcohol in public. He is already a seasoned drinker because I allow him to drink in the confines of my home since somali drinking age is awarded at 14. He is so good at drink, he will join his school friends for high school style party and consume many beer, and then drive them all home after since these weak children cannot handle liquor yet. The next day he will be up with the sunrise doing his chores with me and our dog around the apartment. Hurjub is the jewel of my eye and has become a very impress man. Jef'hnuh agrees and encourages this, as Jef'hnuh's first girl is become 17 recently and he would like to release her to Hurjub if possible. He would like to implant the ideas of his daughter within the depths of Hurjub's mind, perhaps with the added encouragement of alcohol this seed will take root and the vines of love will entangle his young heart.
Later that evening I collect Hurjub, who is glad to join the men for a drinks evening out on town. This is an rite of passage for a young somali man, finally allow to join the other men. I demand that my second boy drive us to the bar in my van, and then pick us up promptly when I summon him later in the evening. This fills ergip with many emotions, none of them good. He has a burning rage within his belly which is fueled with desire to join us. He is not old enough yet according to canadian customs. I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him close to my breast, and tell him that soon his day will come. With patience comes many rewards. He agrees and takes us there without further issue.
We arrive and Jef'hnuh is seated properly at a table in the elevated zone in the north area of the bar. We join him and then lock arms. I see he has started without me, as I pull him close to complete the greeting, the stench of gin is impress powerful on his breath. Jef'hnuh has been known to consume lots gin on this event in the past. I take my seat and the waitress is promptly beside me. She delivers smile upon me and my boy, and engages us in small talk, mostly directed towards hurgub. This pleases hurjub, it appear that they have attended the same class in school. I see the small gestures of flirtation begin to take effect in both of the young adults, which is bringing a spike of annoyance from within Jef'hnuh's eye. This is not faring well for his plans. I grab hurjub's arm and insist he order us drinks. He seems taken aback by this, usually the head man would order the drinks. He orders us three cups of gin, with one pickled bean in each, served in a warm glass fresh from the dishwasher and no ice. She inform us that we cannot order a full glass of gin each, as this is against some sort of foolish law. We agree to a smaller sized cup, with a small amount of water placed within the gin to please the government overlords and queen victoria.
These drink, although weak, are very good. The gin supply here is fantastic. Although my boy and that young waitress girl seemed to be interest in becoming locked in marriage. This give Jef'hnuh much dissapoint. Having his goals ruined does not ruin Jef'hnuhs evening though as he is a very collected and calm man. This is a day to remember his father, not to make fresh enemy with a young boy that is practically from his own clutch who is becoming interest in another young suitor.
The rest of the evening was somewhat uneventful, but not in a bad way. We tell story from our battles to hurjub, who listens on with curiosity. My family flee somalia before he even had the chance to become assassin age, sadly. We eat heartily from the menu, burgers were had by all, cooked to perfection and served with a smile from hurjub's future wife. We were asked to move after we ate so they could move all of the tables out of the way. This confuse me but we allow. Once they were moved, hordes of young adults flooded the area and proceeded to display weak mating rituals upon eachother to the beat of some loud and interestingly styled music. This consumes me and Jef'hnuh with laughter. These displays are pathetic. We decide to take our leave.
I collect hurjub from the bar, but he stops me and asks permission to stay behind and court this young girl. My heart swells as I grab each of his pinkys within my palms and pull him toward my chest. I whisper my mating blessing upon his soul and allow him. A small tear runs down his cheek as he is grateful for my release. Jef'hnuh has seen this exchange and recognizes somalian courtship when he sees it. I see the disappointment in his soul, but his happiness for my son in his smile. Jef'hnuh locks arms with Hurjub and adds an additional charm of luck for the young man. Ergip picks us up shortly after and is confuse of the location of his brother. I tell him the tale, and I see the renewal of his jealous rage re-ignite within his belly. Me and Jef'hnuh assure him that his day is coming shortly, and to be patient. With that, I look at Jef'hnuh and with a wink towards him, but while talking to both of them, I say "You are only 17, there are many girls to be had" I see the idea of releasing his daughter return to him, but now redirected at ergip. With a large smile he claps us both on the back and is satisfied once again.
Thank you so much Canadian Brewhouse for making this one of the best Death day that we have ever had.
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