31. Emenugne,mechereshaw arif new!

                         Been around the world ayayyaya

                         Been looking for some good porn… 

Whuz good everyone?!  

Like I hinted it would be, this was to be a dirty post. But regrettably, there were some hiccups. Here at andthree, we plan to pride ourselves in posting unpredictable yet credible shit (don’t we, guys?). Taking the case with most porn movies, their plot is predictable that it could be summed up in three words –the guy comes(unlike Godot). And the in between, it is like once you have seen one, you have seen them all: I wonder why we bother watching another one ¡ And besides, not only is the plot predictable, but it also lacks all credibility. I mean, no sooner has the postman delivered the post than them being at it. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that, there ain’t gonna be no vulgarity on this site anytime soon. That is unless we come across one with a knockout storyline or that exhibits knockout positions- in the pedigree of &§. 

Getting back to our humdrum regular blogging services……..  

Nina Simone:


I first heard this name way back on the movie point of no return. The main character, an assassin played by Bridget Fonda, was fond of listening to Nina‘s songs. I got to hear the mood indigo years later and recently I found a collection of hits of the sixties that has five of her songs.  Wild is the wind has to be my favorite song at the moment. I hear it and it sends me to this room with the curtains blowing in the wind, revealing the blue waters. I know the title is supposed to be a metaphor. I read she lived in Barbados for many years. That, added to the fact her ashes were spread in many African countries (I am not sure if Ethiopia was among those) and the very remote probability that I might have inhaled part of her, may be causing my vision.

 Along with Anita Baker and Rod Stewart, she is on the list of singers whom I want to own many cd’s of. 

If memory serves me right, I first heard Semahegne Belew’s debot enisira  around this time last year. Then, I thought  it  was going to blow up given the fact that in my opinion it has what it takes to make one break out in eskista –at least when no one else  is  watching; and a nice video to boot. Strangely, I happened to hear it on tv /the radio only twice ever since; the last time being Friday. Still I have to maintain it is quite groovy.  

I know it is the season for gize lekulu. Though I still can not understand why he would decide to use the sound of a dewel after a verse about a meleket, I think it too is a great song .But you will not find me blowing that trumpet (no sexual pun intended). 

Why? In addition to avoiding the risk of respiratory infections with too many people on the same trumpet, I prefer blowing trumpets little blown. Or should people lay down a much blown trumpet, I am the guy to pick it up. That is one reason why I decided to talk about Gigi (told ya, no sexual pun intended!).  

She is due a dope album and her sister is due a dope mezmur album. Gigi’s last one many people did not feel. I never gave it a good listen; may be I would have liked it. Sofia showed a lot of promise on her first album but her second solo one was not like I expected. May be it too I need to listen to good.

Girls come on!

 Taking a wild jump, or a not so wild one as will be evident shortly, to Professor Lukuman Yusuf, he is a renowned Obs. Gyn. He was among the people asked by a magazine to name who they thought were the best in various fields in the last 1000 years. His unexpected choices for the category of best song and music writers has cracked me up ; and this on a day I was finding laughs hard to come by. He picked Ayalneh Mulat (I know of him as a writer and translator of novels and the like) and went on to add Johnny Ragga.  

Doc Luk dutty yeah! Big up yourself for for me main man!! And may you excuse the “doc” for it strictly was for rhyming purposes. 

Getting back to Gigi, I heard her family’s hotel is being sold. Foreclosure is a bitch!  I hope they sort out through any financial troubles they may be having and someday get to buy back what is theirs. Now I feel like I am gossiping. I brought it up only because I wanted to talk about where I saw the haraj announcement  –, and how it was damn near the only thing (along with the brilliant int’l Coke commercial  that shows what goes down in a vending machine) I care to remember from what I have recently seen on ETv. The rest of the programs I had/have the misfortune of watching, I sat/ sit through saying to myself “I am going to explode if I hear one more ‘hidase’ or ‘ ….. hagerachinin beachir ametat wust mekakelegna gebi kalachew hagerat terta lemaselef…’  “; fighting the urge to commit harakiri.


 Enter ETv, where damn near everything is lackluster, dreary, uninspiring, dull, jaded, tame, monotonous, boring, bland (thanks MS Word 2003!); where damn near everything is propaganda or turned so ( case in point:  Demera at Meskel Square, which by the way I think rocked –from celebration point of view.)  It is like the attack of the clones each and everyday. And events transpired  that I would be on the receiving end of this attack- events like DStv losing Premiership broadcasting rights to Gtv. DStv has lost its glory having lost  the Premier League or some 294/380 of it .Arab Sat is not that attractive an option either. Champions’ league is on DStv and Gtv and Showtime Arabia are not official yet. It is dire straits for DStv, DStv betoch, watchers, me … 

There is a web competition called “the goal cup “. What you do is sign up (for free) and pick your own team made up of six players with the option of 20 transfers through the course of the season. The goals members of your team score each week are going to be added up and prizes will be given at the end of the season for the winning team. My team, “the” team, comprises Rooney, Messi, Shevchenko , Fabregas, Ribery and Gabi Milito. Messi has got our team to a good start yesterday. You can also set up your mini league, invite people to join you and enjoy some friendly competition. My league is only me at the moment and its name is, you guessed it, “the” league! 

Please, see if   it tickles your fancy. 

I used to enjoy reading Addis Admas. But nowadays people I have talked to and I myself feel like it is not worth the trouble. It is like one, two and thirty two or whatever. What happened guys?  With printing costs going up by 87%, you better get your act together and swift. Otherwise, I predict there is going to be a major shift in the reader force towards blogs and andthree is going to be a force to be reckoned with. You may think that it is a bit unrealistic in Ethiopia but you have been warned!

They still make sure they come out with the weekly dose of obituaries. And although those things are always sobering, I bet you this one tops them all.


It is from a lady who lost her husband, three kids and a friend in a single car accident a year ago.  She says the driver of the other car which caused the accident posted a three thousand birr bail and has been free for almost all of the time her beloved have been dead. I can not blame her for feeling hard done by the justice system. And I doubt if any amount of sentence would make her incomprehensible pain go away either. And one can not help but see, hear about and be exposed to irresponsible pricks , including oneself, on a daily basis.

I kindly ask anyone who happens to pass though here to pray that she finds solace.


……..no, really I am a saint! Should you see my halo flicker, it might be that it has short circuited or something.



Blogspot is still blocked but sms is now kosher. I have told you entries ago about the acquisition of the “tachycardia inducing” girl’s phone number courtesy of my brother. For months I had been reluctant to put it to good use. Then under a crazy set of circumstances, and woe this crazy circumstances as Lauryn would say, a fair bit of texting has been going on between us for three days starting on Wednesday. I told her my first name only yesterday evening and it may/ not be enough for her to recognize me by; I am not sure because I have not read from her since. 

Watch this space for the continuing coverage of my life in a way that the people I‘d like associated with it might find overly revealing or offensive even.   


“A company in Cambridge wants to an enthusiastic and creative person to join their dynamic and friendly software developer team…”. My reply “Dear Sir/Madam,….to conclude I believe that I am an ideal person for the position and I hope to hear from you soon”.

This is all that I have been doing for the past two weeks. Reading BS and writing BS. Why do they want me to explain why I am interested in the job? Is it so hard to understand that a brother needs some money to keep his freezing ass in a room with a heater?

The careers page for one famous company starts with “Can you do what 1000 people can’t do”. LOL. Can it get any insulting than that.

Full of crap. In fact, one of the biggest, if not THE biggest, problem that I faced in my studies here is how they picture things to make themselves look so big. “You will write a research review which will critically evaluate previous research under a topic you choose..”. Course descriptions, evaluation guidelines, the curriculum, are full of this crap. But you pass if you write a not so good paper, which would have been a fail under their description. Ignoring these things and believing in myself to do what I am able to has taken me some time. Now it has recurred in job applications.

30. Menebeb

Depressed, clueless, apprehensive ……. a few words to describe the way I’ve been feeling since the holiday came to pass. What’s stressing me?  Well, I have an assignment to submit, an exam to prepare for and a project to pick up from a slump ; not to mention that girl I have yet to tell how I feel about her.  And how am I faring on all those fronts?  Not good! Not good!  


 My days are spent, for fear I should do some actual work, working on a sloooow computer with a lethargic internet connection to match. Whatever amount of time is left, I spend on the thoughts and hopes of her dropping me a line. 

You must be thinking “It has been 11 months and loser has not yet given up!?”

Irately I say unto thee: no, not that girl!  Though she remains to be a sensitive case, if I may add in a softer tone. Just yesterday I ran into her and ……. tachycardia!!! (It was inevitable that I would pick up on some medical terms.) But it was not like I got “that old feeling” or something.  

Shit happens; old habits die hard and I am web-promiscuous. A.k.a I have been e mailing another female whom I think is some kind of wonderful. As opposed to the former, she wrote back for a while. And when I was thinking that it was going great, she ups and blows me off.   As far as she was concerned, may be it was  going not so great from the get go. 

Now I am trying to recover from the setback I suffered going about love the only way I know how to.  

Methodology aside, another aspect open to debate is what I expect the outcome to be – should there be any outcome, that is.  The next (as in the first) girl that comes along, I think of marrying.  Of course we have to pass through the propers first –date …..have sex (*) ………get tested for HIV ( ene lay reagent eyabakenachihu new)  ……..have more sex to celebrate our negativity .

Legend: * = * 

And once we get married, hopefully  the sex  keeps coming in the commensurate amount. Gots to make up for lost time. 

It sure would be nice to get married and stay blissfully married, content in the knowledge that you are with the one person that makes your heart beat slow and fast, all at the same time.  I think it could be done and I have my enat and abat to testify for that. Today is their 42nd anniversary. They did not exactly say the words in the opening sentence of this paragraph –I heard it somewhen somewhere on a movie whose name and plot I fail to remember. Still, they are pretty happy. 

Guys, to you I raise my keyboard and mouse in unison!

I wish that my wedding could be a low key affair: nothing too hectic as in I do not want any kind of ceremony or party. I wish my conceptual significant other and I could spend the day maxing and relaxing on a beachfront somewhere; somewhere like St Kitts and Nevis……  


Their deputy prime minister was here for the celebrations. The leaders of neighboring countries I had no problem understanding the reason behind their presence.  It is like senbete or buna tetu and while they are at it, one may ask the other to stop supporting one’s enemies. 

But St Kitts and Nevis?!  

Now I would think that people from the Caribbean have to be the ultimate party animals. Then again, it may be that we command admiration from yet another country from that part of the world. Well, right back atcha ! Heaven willing, I am getting hitched in your country. 

This morning I told my mother that Mourinho quit and she went “Wiy, ya kezgkazgaw?!” Then she went on to add “……,gentle ….” explaining who he was to my father. My father, at first, thought that I was going to speak about Meles : with all this talk that he will not run for the next election. He was asked about it and answered it in a lengthy roundabout way in which the words “metekakat” and “mesfafat” featured prominently and the gist of which appears to be “I ain’t going nowhere:: ”

 Yes: Jose was gentle – in a kezgkazgha kind of way. And he will be sorely missed- by Chelsea fans J . I like him though and think he could do a great job on the Ethiopian national team. Forget about Portugal, Real, Inter, Spurs …….. With all the money that he is likely to get/keep on getting from the untimely termination of his contract, it should be no object. He must be hungry   for a new challenge and I am sure we will prove to be more than a challenge. And should he insist on getting paid, we can always look Al Amoudi ways. 

Yoseph yimrihano leItiyopiawian  weleAfrica Wanchan yeAlem Wancha!  

Speaking of managers, Arsene Wenger was talking about how he does not like reality shows like big brother. He reckons that they make people famous for sitting around in a house the whole day doing nothing: as opposed to actually working hard as footballers do to earn the status. I think he is right. I also think that blogs are popular for the same reason. Granted they serve as an outlet. But I suspect there is an undercurrent of hunger for popularity in bloggers’ minds that makes them bare most facets of their lives to complete strangers –facets that, in the good old days, were meant for diaries alone. It is like who wants to be the next Ann Frank. Forgive the bold and inconsiderate comparison.

We keep writing about the mundane and hope someone somewhere will be interested. 

I know I fit the above description.  

I do not know about the co-authors of this here blog, but I want to be famous for my blogging prowess. I want people from all walks of life and walking on different parts of the planet, not the least of whom his my latest fixation, to stumble upon this site and fall in love with it. And hopefully, the latter will get to realize that albeit a bit demented, I clearly am  a tender loving thing. 


I want millions of visits; not the one thousand one hundred sixty one it is standing at present – a significant percentage of which ,I fear , is a contribution of random redirections. 

Oh! You two have not checked the blog stats?  The number of visits to andthree has been plummeting since the end of May.  I am ready to do all kinds of raunchy stuff to up the numbers- porn posting inclusive.

I want to be read, damn it! 

And whatever happened to mr. “man of few words” ? 


29. Ketsehay /damena betach….


 This your boy from the other side! No, dummies, I am not dead. I was speaking time wise. And that is not the white light either : it is the sun setting on the sixth. 

The celebration on my part was not category five stuff. But it still was enough to afford me four carefree days. And now reality has kicked me on the balls (ouch! very ouch!) and I have been reminded that I have things to do.

  On a national level positives from the whole thing include thousands of prisoners being freed, millions of trees being planted,  sms  being relaunched, all the people who had a good time the way they did ……  

On a personal level, I now have a favorite verse from The Bible. It goes “Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage” Psalm 27: 14.   


You might have noticed that I have become a man of few words. That is because I think friends do not need words to communicate with each other: beating each other up would suffice instead.

You may ask “what has got into him?” Then I will ask you “How was your  holiday?” .I want the answer in uppercuts, please. 

One already!

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