I bet you thought I was kidding about the Wandering Jew, didn’t you? Monday and Tuesday BD was covered with a mist of dust that was reported as having come from the Sahara. A newary says he has never seen anything like it.
It is common knowledge that Ethiopian Airlines is enkuans zenbobsh /damena honobish… even when not dogged by a natural phenomenon. Flights were canceled and my sister and her husband could not visit me over the weekend. The cancellations before the dust aside, I am still trying to figure out where the dust fits into part of their luggage going to Mekele. To add insult to injury, it was returned to them on the fourth day, a pair of shoes missing and a sealed container of biscuits opened and its contents replaced with second rate biscuits.
I read an article about how volcanic ash from the eruption of Pina Tubo in 1991 decreased average temperatures by reflecting the sun’s rays back. It says environmental engineering (e.g. spraying the atmosphere with reflector gases) is being considered as a supplement for efforts like reduction of emission.
Then again global warming just maybe nothing to fret about; on the opposite it could be something positive. This according to a book which states that within the bigger cycles of ice ages and thaws, there are smaller cycles of global warming and cooling and historical documents show the warm periods to be of good agricultural productivity in many areas.
My money is on the effect of global warming being not as bad as people say it would be. You know what the Lord said to Noah: “no more water, next time it is going to be fire”.
Cities going under rising levels of water- it just doesn’t add up.
Dust, nightly rains, staying inside, familiarity,… I feel that the weather here has cooled down considerably.
Leftover observations from last time
- I have not seen a single balance since I came here. Either the people here are not weight-conscious or they lack business sense.
- The bicycles, I should mention the bicycles.
- I have heard Aregahegne’s new album playing hither and thither. Maybe it was the FM. But silly of me to worry if his songs were going to be any good. I mean he is juggling a music career with the dagnet of amist ediroch. Or so I wrote.
Lemindinew gin Aregahegne lay neger yemitenekirew?
- A t shirt with “Yaledingil Mariam kiristina yelem“ is a hit here. Keep it inside people! Why we got to be confrontational instead of directing that same energy and enthusiasm to, let us say, being non-confrontational? Huh? I know! It is because the latter is harder to do.
- One thing about this city, it makes you paranoid about insects; I mean all of them. The ones you would normally let whizz past, now you would be questioning what their motives were, who had sent them, etc. You would be thinking in the line of, an insect squashed a possible life spared. Excerpts from a conversation after I had wounded and captured a male anopheles …
Me: Where is she? Tell me and I shall give you a quick death. Or else, I would pull out your legs one by one and …
Him: Man I already told you, I don’t know where she is! Last time I saw her was when she …
Me: When she what?
Him: Well, I was chilling by the flowers right; she asks me what I would be doing around ninish. Said we could have a couple of drinks and later…
Me: Son of a …
and splat ! Those were his last words. He did not even get the chance to say that he had turned down the invitation.
And I don’t know what pissed me off more: the plan of a blood fest or the fact that female mosquitoes ask male mosquitoes out.
Man I wish I was a mosquito!