A cup of coffee, a sink-full of dirty dishes, a mournful look out the window…

And I spy:

Shaft in Ethiopia, East-Lynn in Seattle, and think, ever so mournfully, of:

“አብሽ እና ፋፋ”

“የእመት ጣዬ እንጉርጉሮ”

“ሴሜጋ እንዴት እንደተያዘ”

and Samson “Bariyaw” Teshome, over whom I wept many a tear while listening to the following song by Egigayehu Shibabaw almost 20 years ago:

It is as if I am coming down with an acute case of home-sickness. 🙂