When you read WDM, ask yourself a simple question: Did you pay for it? No. You didn’t. And yet you act like some silent saint, reading in the shadows, lips sealed, hands idle, eyes pretending to be innocent. What is this hypocrisy? You don’t pay, you don’t comment, you don’t share—yet you soak up the fire like a sponge and walk away as if you did WDM a favor by glancing through a few paragraphs.
Do you think WDM survives on your silence? Do you imagine that truth spreads itself without readers lifting a finger? This is the tragedy: our readers are like the Somali opposition—loud in private whispers, invisible in public stance. They consume, they nod in agreement, but when it comes to showing support, they fold like a cheap umbrella in the wind.
This isn’t gratitude, it’s graveyard silence. You read enlightening essays, yet you don’t light a single candle of reaction, not even a flicker of a “like,” not even the courage of a simple share. You read, you smile secretly, and then you lock it up in your head like contraband.
What is your measure of gratitude? To scroll by? To act as if WDM is writing into a void? Do you think knowledge grows stronger by being hidden under your mattress? The enemies of truth celebrate when readers are cowards. Non-participation is their victory.
Reading without engagement is like going to a wedding, eating the food, and sneaking out without clapping for the bride and groom. Worse still, it is like attending a funeral, sitting silently, and refusing to say “Innaa Lillaahi.” What kind of audience is that?
WDM writes. You read. But truth is not a one-way street. If you believe silence is neutrality, you are mistaken. Silence is complicity with ignorance. Silence is betrayal of the very enlightenment you just consumed.
So here is the challenge: break the chains of mute readership. If you can’t pay, at least react. If you can’t contribute, at least share. If you can’t fight, at least stand up and clap. WDM doesn’t ask for your blood, only your finger on the “share” button.
Remember: reading in silence doesn’t make you a thinker—it makes you a ghost.
Warsame Policy & Media Network (WAPMEN) 