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April 17, 2021 at 3:54 pm Leave a comment

“Ethiopian” American writers

February 17, 2021 at 3:49 pm Leave a comment

ትግራይ…

December 10, 2020 at 2:49 pm Leave a comment

ሆድ ሲብሰኝ…

እግዜር የለም
እናት ዓለም
“እግዜር አለ” አትበይኝ
ተሞኝተሽ አታሞኝኝ
እግዜር ካለ-
የዱለኞች ጠበቃ ነው
የክፉ ሰው አቡካቶ
ፊቱን መላሽ
ባመፅ ፈራጅ
ደሃ ሲበደል አይቶ
ላለው ወዳጅ
አጎብግዋቢ
ጉልበት,  ገንዘብ,
ብሔር,  ቀለም,
እግዜር ካለ
[ፍቺኝ እማ]
ከከሳሹ ጎን ልጠራ
ከጠሉት ወገን ልመደብ!

October 15, 2020 at 12:33 am Leave a comment

በላን ብለው ለተበሉ ሁሉ :)

ወፌ ላላ
ወፌ ላላ
ወፌ ላላን..
– ልበላ
ወጥመድ አጥምጀ
– ደጄ..
የፀሐይ ወበቅ
– ሙቀት..
አንቀላፍቶኝ
– አለሁበት
ወፌ ላላ
– መጥታ..
ስጤን
– በልታ
በርራ ሄዳ
ኖሮዋል ለካ
ወ-ጥ-መ-ዴ-ን
ሳትነካ!
– ለፍቀርተ

August 12, 2020 at 4:03 am Leave a comment

“ነፍጠኛው” ፈረንጅ and those who love him :)

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The most beloved, the most cared-for, the most thought of and prayed over ፈረንጅ of the ሀበሻ Facebook World of the last few days. And why? Because a bunch of Oromo kids beat the crap out of him over something, I am almost sure, he had coming [why else is he sitting, unmasked, next to an Ethiopian girl waving our flag?!].

“ወደው አይስቁ” አለች ወርቄ!

ድሮ ድሮ በጥቁርና በነጭ መካከል በሚነሳ ጠብ ሁሉ, all of us, ግር ብለን ያገራችንን/የወገናችንን/የቀለማችንን ሰው ለመደገፍ ነበር የምንቸኩለዉ [Remember the story of the Kenyan who received a ጥፊ from the እንግሊዝ?!]. Not so much nowadays. “All Oromo things bad, all non-Oromo things good”, seems to be the thinking behind the Facebook-ድጋፍ-ሰልፍ/መቆርቆር/መንገብገብ on here whitey’s behalf. It is both comforting and disconcerting to notice how our loyalties have remained pretty much the same despite the changing demography of our tribality [or is it vice versa? እግዜር ይወቀው]. የጠላቴ ጠላት, it appears, is still ወዳጄ ነው. Whether እውነትን ተገን አረገ አላረገ, whether he or she was guilty or innocent of the deed, even if we did not understand why and on whose behalf [and against whom] the athlete crossed his arms at the finishing line. And despite, I might add, the voice of reason from some of us pleading “አረ ረጋ እንበል ወገን, ጎራ ለመምረጥ አንጣደፍ, የጅብ ችኩል ቀንድ ይነክሳል, etc! One can’t help but observe how we may have come a long way from our የቀይ ሽብር days. But our ways, our thinking, our reasoning, has not travelled far. ያሳዝናል. ብሎም ያሳፍራል [እንዲል የዛ ዘመን ካድሬ] 🙂

[The video: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2447975292171029&id=1485389031762998 . Note how the [Oromo] boys were minding their own business before the white guy inserted himself, despite the አተካራ b/n the Oromo and non-Oromo women. Hear the scream of the woman filming and her moronic “this is what Oromo people…” mumbo-jumbo. And take a gander at the girl giving the perfect double-finger.]

July 29, 2020 at 1:56 pm 4 comments

Are cops nocturnal? [Observations of a non-African American black girl]

DISCLAIMER:  Despite its title, this post is not about racist cops and other predators.

First, a background: I work in the medical field. With patients, and patient’s families. Care-takers. People of all ages. Mostly men. Mostly white. Most of them straight.

And this is how a typical visit of a typical day goes. I go to the lobby, call patients’ first name. Introduce myself: get asked to spell it or told I have a pretty name. I take the patient into a small room with a scale where I ask them to step on it while they answered [demography] questions such as last name/date of birth/height/what they would like to be referred to as [“You can call me anything, just not late for dinner”, HaHa]. Then I walk them to an exam room. There I would take the Doctor’s chair, while the patient sits across from me, and ask a few more questions. What, in the profession, are called “vital signs”: reason for visit/accompanying pain/any hospital stay in the last month, allergy/medication change, name of Primary Care Physician/pharmacy, any other concern they want their provider [my doctor] to address – what is called a “secondary” complaint, i.e. reason, for the visit.

That, at least, is how the “rooming” process ought to go. But it doesn’t. In my attempt to make them feel comfortable and at home, I usually start by asking how their drive here was, I comment on the horribleness of parking in Seattle, mention how I heard there was a big line at the check-in counter downstairs.

They, in their turn, ask where I am [originally] from, how long I have lived in America, if English is the working-language in my country [so how come I speak it so well after such a short stay here?]. There would be compliments galore: on my “beautiful” accent, on my warm smile, on my cute face [my freckles, my “botton nose”, my hair do].

If we have more time, and when we sometimes don’t, they ask how I found America. How I found the medical profession. How I feel about the current political environment.

They do not do this only for educational purposes. Most, if not all, do it because America has become tribal and people feel the need to choose sides wherever they go. Show where they were and where they ain’t. Where you belong in the political divide doesn’t affect the type of health care you get. At least it should not. But maybe, deep down, people think it does. So they reveal who they are. Which side they belong to. What they stand for. Or aren’t/don’t. Most come from a place of benign fear. Others come from a place of [toxic] anger. “Your care be damned,” they seem to say, “This is my country. I do not like the fact that you are in it. Can’t very well help that. So you are going to take what I have to give you”.

The liberals, mostly from Seattle or from snazzy places where they can afford to be tolerant despite the drastic changes happening around them [Redmond/Woodinville/Bellingham], would start with how much they hate Donald Trump/Republicans/the latest supreme court nominee. Or answer “every time the jackass in the White House opens his mouth”, when I ask if they were experiencing any pain. In an attempt to win my approval and goodwill, they try to show me they were what my boyfriend calls “one of the good ones”. How Obama was the best president America ever had, by far. That they do believe Christine Blasey Ford: “the woman has nothing to gain by telling the truth”. It is sunny because global warming is fucking the planet in the ass. Have I read this and that book by this or that author? If not, I should. It shows how segregated my beloved Seattle used to be until very recently. [So I should not be in a hurry to fawn over it].

But more often than not, and because most of our patients are on the older and whiter side [Urology is not a young man’s game – except when it comes to Erectile Dysfunction. Young East Indian men take the lion’s share when it comes to not being able to get it up], the patient would try to prove he does not care to be one of the “good ones”. By saying, for example, how he almost cancelled his appointment due to “the stupidity” at downtown [the protest]. How “Instead of investigating a millionaire who became a politician, they should investigate a politician who became a millionaire”. Or complain how the city has become barely recognizable, thanks to Amazon and these “techies”; how I should consider myself lucky that I wasn’t in Europe – there they have all these parts where black people aren’t even allowed into and/or ghettos where no one is safe at. Etc. etc.

There are, of course, the in-betweeners. (more…)

July 17, 2020 at 5:21 pm Leave a comment

Limerick, Ethiopian-style

የ-ሞ-ተ-ስ….
አረፈ
ከጣድቃን መካከል
ስሙ ተሰለፈ
ደግ ደጉ ተመርጦ
ስራው ተነገረ
[ጀብዱ ተተረከ]
በታሸ ብራና
በተሳለ ብዕር
በወርቅ-ቅብ ተፃፈ::
ኗሪ ነው የዋሁ
የግዜር በግ ተላላ
ለመቃብር… ድንጋይ
ለአስለቃሽ… ለሰልስት
ለንፍሮ… ሙታ’መት
[“ለስሙ” … “ለክብሩ”
ለቤቱ… ላገሩ
ለጭዱ… ለሣሩ
ለቅጠል… ላፈሩ]
ፍዳ የሚበላ!
            ተፃፈ: July 2nd, 2020 @ 5:41 pmhorse

July 3, 2020 at 3:54 am Leave a comment

የኛ አገር “politics”

ያገር ልጅ ወንድም ነው
ያገር ልጅ እህት ናት
ባይወለድ ከናት
ባትዛመድ ባባት ::
የወዳጅህ ወዳጅ
ለጠላኸው ጠላት
ላረቅኸው አለንጋ
‘ጎሽ’ ላልከው ምርቃት::
ባንድ ልብ አሳቢ
የማር/የ’ሬት ቀፎ
[ስጋህ ነው … ደምህ ነው]
እስኪተክል አጥር
ድንበርህን አልፎ::

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