Sometime in the past two weeks, I spent the greater part of a night with a unit of Somalia’s internal spy agency, the National Security Service Agency (NSSA). To onlookers, I would say they were detaining me – in Mogadishu, being cosy with the feared and ill-repute internal spy agency is a liability; the kind that may cost you your life. They chewed Khat with them, smoked weed with them, and chatted the night away with them. The NSSA operatives, who by now were very high, would leave their guns around the prisoners and go to the bathroom or wherever. However, they came off as very ineffective to me, making me wonder why the Shabab is not more active in the district.