Who said there was no art inside Tibebe’s crib? 😡
That is how people – Betty or T, for example -would react when they come to visit me and find out that I am in bed with the fairer sex. Not that I am into the sterner sex. It’s just that shit is way overdue; I have been talking the talk and not fucking the fuck. One of these hours I am going to go out on a limb and ask a girl benatsh, yezaren bicha kiberigne! wendim yeleshim woy?
So they would be surprised to find me in that state of affairs, and their hats would come off a la those cartoons.
The hats could also come off owing to admiration for the way I be handling biz:
“get in there son! don’t stop git it git it!!”
Imagine if MTV Cribs came to my house (why they call it “music television” I just can’t get). Come through the door; make a sharp, immediate left and… “this is where it all happens; where it all goes down”
That is where I sit, eat, read, sleep, do crunches (gotta stay in shape :smile:) …
Actually nothing could go down over there. How can one control all the noise? The morning after people would be looking at you different.
Have you seen “He was a Quiet Man”?
Well, I could be that guy; and when reporters ask my landlord and lady about my behavior when I used to be beatsede hiwot the wife would say “ he was a quiet man; never made a sound…well, actually there was this one time when there was screaming in his room …”; husband says “honey, I think it was two nights….” ; reporter intercedes with an air of mathematical genius “ so you are saying that when Tibebe was alive you heard him get loud on the average 1.5 times”; in unison “yes, you can say that”
Lord I don’t want to be that guy who only got to be loud one and a half times!
So I am buying eggs and this kid goes “do you speak Amharic?” Premise: A man who goes up and down gebeya sporting a backpack and an ecobag full of onions and what not must be a foreigner. I say “ferenj emeslalehu?” He persists with his English: “are you Habesha?”
I really do hope that he was teasing me and people take me for who I really am i.e. an Ethiopian male buying shinkurt. Otherwise, there is no knowing where these misconceptions about my identity could lead up to. There is a thin line between “ Yihes gobez new! Yerasun migb serto yibelal.” and “Yemanew alicha?! Wendoch yemiwlubet bota ayiwilim ? Esti eyut , gay sayhon aykerim! ”. Next thing rumor spreads and, I would not be going out after dark for fear of having my ass violated.
That would be a great tragedy because:
- I am trying to be unkempt to a certain degree and this is the thanks I get?
- One of the reasons I am trying my hand at cooking is that I had (read, heard people say, heard on TV/a movie, heard on the radio, had dreamt that)??? chicks dig a guy that can cook. And that’s why when I passed by that girl’s side on my way home yesterday, I held my bag up high like “got tomatoes babe! Would you like to come over? :grin:”
I got ninety nine problems and counting. And all of them seem to be about girls.