Once was a comedian
Next to “Man, interrupted”, this has proved the most painful post I have to make. Not because the subject is new or unexpected to me. But as I feel, by making this post, i’m contributing to the pains and betrayal of/to a man who had had more than his fair share of both. I’m talking about Artist/Comedian Lemenih / Limenih / Limeneh Tadesse; a childhood hero of mine. And a relative by blood. If you are wondering “why” i’m making this post, therefore, if it pained me so, rest assured I haven’t figured that out yet.
Am I copy/pasting these most unflattering images of his because I am burdened by the journalist’s duty that my readers have the right to “the truth”?! Or am i doing it because I need [to keep] my readers interested.. like a clown at a children’s beach party where everybody is dozzing off.. now that I’m trying to “retrace my steps” to what has always made me a happy/fulfilled woman — writing/being read/connected/understood, cost what it might?!
I’m also not sure how the rest of the family in general [included in this category are the good men and women of Washington DC, who have been helping and taking care of Lemenih physically, emotionally, and financially for an entire decade], and his children in paritcular, would react to this article were they to come across it. Or if they would ever forgive me! However, I hope the judgement won’t be too harsh upon me as it might do him more good than harm. It’s also a sort of “thank you” note, a respectful nod of the head, to those of you who have been there for him when the rest of us couldn’t. May you be there for all those who need a helping hand. And may there not be many.
According to “ቁም ነገር መጽሔት” ቅጽ 10 ቁጥር 110 መጋቢት ሚያዝያ 2003 እትም (For better viewing, double click on image. To return to post, press the back-button) :-
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