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January 12, 2018 at 8:41 pm Leave a comment

Foisting my story on the world – yet again


December 18, 2017 at 3:24 pm Leave a comment

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, of course, pure poetry from Egigayehu Shibabaw:

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

April 3, 2017 at 6:19 am Leave a comment

Seattle smells of ‘አሪቲ’ in the Spring

And that reminds me of this paragraph I read in Metasebia Seifu’s “If I could only draw and knew how to paint” a few months back.

መልካም የዓቢይ ፆም – ለጿሚዎች!

While [he] was narrating his missed opportunity for love, I was remembering how 13 or so years ago, I have failed to “cease” my carpe diem. I have seen a young man “coming up from the wilderness like clouds of smoke” and turned willingly away from what might have, could have, should have been. In a wilderness known as “Merkato” [which, in the guidebooks, is listed as “the biggest open-air market in Africa” – which was made even bigger that afternoon by the fact that there were thousands, if not millions, of people trudging its muddy grounds doing their last minute shopping] I have looked potential in the eye and let it pass me by.

It was a little after 5 o’clock, when work and school lets out and men & women bustled about to procure whatever material good they looked forward to ‘receive’ the New Year with. It has rained a few days before – for our New Year is the official end of the three-month Winter break for teachers and students – and although the sun was brightly shinning, there was chill in the air and a lot of mud on the ground; mud made elastic and cushiony by the remnants of the smelly grass that was brought to town by farmers to cover carpet-less houses for holidays. Half a dozen of the yellow and black flower that carpets the countryside, as if to announce the end of winter and the beginning of summer, were stuck in between the bundle of grasses standing for sale, decorating the green of the grass like the black hair of a pretty maiden in some British novel.

I was sited in a minivan, listening to the ‘Woyala’ [the guy who summons patrons and collects the fair on behalf of the driver] calling out destinations in no particular order; skipping A to get to B before going to D and then coming back to C. There was a song playing on the radio, one of those new releases that become earworm very quickly, due to being played everywhere one went.

In an attempt to avoid the entrance [through which humans, sheep and chickens would be bustled in with the ‘Woyala’ asking for all to “make room, make room, be more neighborly; it was a holiday after all”, while trying to stuff every inch of the vehicle with as many people, domestic animals, and goods he can manage], I have chosen a chair by the window. And I was, just then, enjoying the ever familiar holiday hub-hub [day dreaming of nothing in particular, warmed by the coziness of the chair, the happiness whatever item I have on my lap would bring my family, and the melodiousness or catchy tune of the song] when I was startled by a tall and exceptionally well dressed young man slamming against my head – or at least the side of the minivan I have been supporting my head on.

March 23, 2017 at 1:20 am 1 comment

የኛ ሴት በአሜሪካ


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