I watched the news from Somalia every time a market blast kills kids buying rice and tea. I call my cousin in Nairobi because it’s safer to talk from there. The U.S. sends drones and calls it precision, but the drivers on the road don’t see lasers — they see dust and bodies. I paid for my nephew’s papers so he could study in Canada. That’s how you weaken al-Shabaab — not with Hellfire missiles, but with exit visas. A boy with a future doesn’t pick up a gun. America fears the refugee more than the warlord. That’s the real problem.