In Puntland, the career ladder has just two rungs: the one you stand on, and the one you fantasize about from the bottom.
Take the young man from Laascaanood. He didn’t make headlines for founding a company or winning a seat in parliament. His news was quieter, more tragic. He abandoned his job at the Horn Petrol Station in Garowe—a position that, in its stability, was already the envy of many—to chase the shimmering promise of Oman. He was sold a vision of the Gulf desert as a land of greater opportunity than Puntland’s dusty roadside kiosks.
His career progression was not what his family pictured when they bid him farewell at the bus station. Instead of climbing a corporate ladder, he was handed a stick and assigned to herd camels across sun-scorched plains. Then, fate added a cruel twist: a diabetes diagnosis, unimpressed by his foreign visa, took a violent turn. The blunt herding stick of his new life became a “pointed objective,” and his health, fragile to begin with, shattered. The result was the unthinkable: the amputation of his lower leg.
The irony is a physical blow. A man who once fueled the engines of Puntland at the Horn Petrol Station now cannot walk without assistance. This is more than a personal tragedy; it is a political verdict on a system that has spectacularly failed its people.
The Mirage Economy
Let’s be clear: in Puntland today, meaningful work is as mythical as a forest in the Haud. The Horn Petrol Station was not a dream job, but it was a lifeline—it meant work, bread, and a shred of dignity. Yet, the potent myth of Gulf wealth lured him away. His “promotion” abroad saw him demoted from petroleum attendant to camel attendant. This is the inevitable result when a society exports its human capital like a raw commodity, having failed to build the industries to employ it at home.
Our elites dine on stories of oil concessions and donor conferences, their prosperity propped up by diaspora remittances. Meanwhile, the common man is trapped in a devil’s choice: pump petrol at Horn Petrol or polish camel hooves abroad. The very leaders who vacation in Dubai malls leave their citizens to tend livestock in the deserts those malls overlook.
State-Sponsored Ignorance
To blame this tragedy solely on one man’s poor choice is to miss the point entirely. This was a systemic failure, a case of state-sponsored ignorance.
It is the ignorance of leaders who see vocational training as an expense, not an investment. It is the ignorance of policymakers who treat remittances as an economic strategy rather than a symptom of failure. It is the ignorance of a society that applauds politicians for building villas in Garowe while its youth are building a resume of servitude overseas.
Our protagonist from Laascaanood was a product of this system. He was ignorant of his own value, of his rights, of the very concept that his nation owed him a future. He left his pump at Horn Petrol believing the mirage was real, and he paid for that belief with his leg.
The Final, Bitter Punchline
And so we arrive at the satirical punchline, so absurd it borders on parody: Puntland’s economy is so barren that losing a limb in a Omani camel pen can be framed as a step up from a job at the Horn Petrol Station. This is the theater of the absurd we now call normal.
If Puntland cannot—or will not—forge a real economy for its youth, this exodus will not just continue; it will define us. We are not exporting engineers, doctors, or innovators. We are exporting desperate men, and what we get back in return are the amputees of our own collective neglect.
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Based on a true story.
Warsame Policy & Media Network (WAPMEN) 