95.Yeketele

One day Betty ups and tells me that she will be going to the United States of Athers.

Before that, let me say a little something about two of the days she pissed me the most. Ours must be a very good friendship that I seem to remember, and want to talk about, only the bad stuff;  the good stuff –too commonplace to stand out.

Awash, the heat did me in and that, combined with my intrinsic bad, had me acting nechnacha, especially towards her. Senior year, we were supposed to have a committee meeting and she and some of the other guys were slacking off. And that made me mad. Now, I am not implying  that I was an epitome of hard work and dedication to “the cause”. All that I was asking from them was that we maintain a respectable collective level of mediocrity. I mean guys, really, was that too much to ask?

So she tells me that she is going away. Puzzled, I ask her:

“Haven’t you read what I will be posting in our blog three years from now? As far as interests expressed on t shirts go, I should have been the one going to the US. Ok, The Backstreet Boys are Americans but … why do you wanna go anyway?”

“A girl gotta to do what a girl gotta do!”

“Oh, that! Look, please!  We can get married if you want and have tons of kids …”

“No you sexist dimwit! I mean I have to spread my wings and fly. For many years…”

“I get it! But wait, I thought you would be taking an airplane?”

With all of my elements I did not want her to leave. But you heard her, stubborn as a mule!

Some of my elements even thought about going down on bended knees and asking her to pleaaaase stay. My nang and namoos would not let me do that however.

So, I did what I could standing up, and then,  she went away.

I start reflecting on my life without her. On the one hand, joining a convent sounded like a compelling proposition.  I used to want to be a priest until the devil gave me a false hope that I would be going places. And he was right –I think I will be going places. And besides, it would be a much better thing to wait for 2012 from inside there as compared to going on living outside, pep talking yourself  “Gitty up! only n years to go !  You would not want to miss it, do you?”

(The end of the world) I would not miss for the world!

On the other hand, I could get in touch with my inner prepropimp, activate it and get me a triple of felines just to dull the memories of her.

And the computer starts playing a song she recommended to me: Bella Luna- Jason Mraz

But knowing me, that would be just, um,  what was the word I was looking for? Oh yes, impossible. And I don’t mean to say the impossible that takes longer than the difficult to accomplish. I am talking about the impossible that even time would think twice before taking on.

On the other hand…

How many hands have you got man? Are you a Hydra or something?

Oh, it’s you again. For your information, a Hydra does not have nine hands; it has nine heads

And for your information, you have none. And that’s why, from now on, I am going to do the writing for you.

So on the one dick, the two had a pact that they would marry each other if they both are single by the time they turn forty. Sucker seems to have listened to only the last few words of the statement and he be waiting for her like “only 13 years to go”. Her on the other… fuck it …she is getting all cozy with what’s his name. And has anyone stopped to ask why he is wandering? Is he running from the law? I hope they get his ass and that it does not work between them. And I wish…”

Ok, that’s enough!

Betty is a loving human being. And she is always saying nice things about me even though the things I have done for her are a few at best. Let alone that, along this post, I could not bring myself to talk about her good deeds. About how she loves animals and how they don’t  seem to know that she exists and how…

I think I got one.

We had just finished the last exam (geology) before graduation and were feeling atop cloud nine. And what comes to pass to make our ecstasy boundless? – She and E bring noodles to 23 (our dorm)!

We taste it and say “damn women, that’s salty!”

They retort, a bit offended and critical of our knowledge on noodles “that’s how it is supposed to taste like :cool:”

The naïve/sly ones among us go “ riiiiiiight”

The hot-tempered ones go “this is supposed to be the happiest day of our miserable little lives and you bring us this? Get lost and take your shit with you before I call the proctor!”

That was not painting a very good picture of Betty, it is the thought that matters and all that bullshit endetetebeke hono. And that means I cannot use Silent Bob’s line to pay her homage: “there are millions of women in the world but they don’t all bring you noodles-albeit salty-to dorm.”

But I stand by the line that she is special and being too liberal with her usage of salt does not make her any the less special. I keep looking for big things to make me happy and be thankful. I guess that makes me an asshole.  But she, she is happy about and thankful for the little things –things like me. I guess that makes her a quasi saint who has understood her real task in life and she stands a very good chance of going to heaven. Trust me, when I say so I say so.

I hope that this, a senseless blabbering, makes you, Betty, happy, in this, 1094th day of your departure, from this, that “beautiful country in the horn of Africa.” (I used the quotation mark because I checked on the map of the world. All I  can see is Djibouti, Somalia, Eritrea and Ethiopia. And I am confused which country you are referring to. Looks like you bought rose-tinted glasses.  I am not saying that Ethiopia is not beautiful. And I am not saying it is beautiful either. I will stop before the brackets burst.)

And if it does not make you happy… what am I saying?  Of course you will be happy, it’s you.

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I would have liked very much to have  embellished it a bit by adding the hours and minutes that have elapsed since that fateful date. But I am not sure whether you flew your way over there or took a plane.  So you see, the time of departure turned out to be tricky.

94. Bahir Dar-the land of the early evening rainbow + The reciprocation post- are you happy now? + Phew! What a long title?!

Saturday, around 12:35:  Imagen005

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The rainbow in front, twilight at the back… a rush of dopamine … so thankful to have been alive at that moment!

INGRATE!

The following is based on actual events and people. But that does not necessarily mean that it is true.

I have known Betty … My earliest recollection of Betty, she was wearing a t shirt with The Backstreet Boys on it. She must have had blue jeans and white sneakers (with the black/brown “u” lining their front side). I, for my part was wearing a t shirt with Texas on it and blue jeans and brown shoes. My peeps and I were playing basketball and she came looking for one of us. By the way, I used to net some really mean three pointers. I was not good at basketball or anything but, somehow, in a bahilawi sort of way, I used to bang them in. May be I was good and it was the acomodador that prevented me from improving my game.

As you can see, I have been reading The Zahir

That was freshman year. Sophomore year we start talking. We would be waiting in front of the back entrance of B ½ for the teacher to arrive and I would tell her how nice it would be to jump. I still flirt with those kinds of thoughts. Last night, I dreamt that I had shot myself in the head and I was walking around, hole and all.

The difference between then and now-Betty is not around and I cannot tell her about it.

Man I miss her!

Wait! This is not the end. But I want it to come out right; you know, the perfect tribute to a friendship that has spanned seven years.

I am feeling sleepy

To be continued…

93.Betam yemwedew mezmur:yenen kifu lematiwedew

and this …

I am saying, whatever happened to buhe ❓ My first holiday away from home.  I was expecting at least to hear a jiraf. Chifera yele min yele. Mulmul  yihew beayne endezore kere 💡

The plan is to go to our neighbors –who are reputed to have, though I am yet to see her, “the” daughter –and say hoya hoye. May be they would take pity on us in more ways than mulmul.

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"what do I know…" he said in the end…….

yeah in the end  that is what he said.” what do I know, I was just talking… don’t take what I said and let go of what you believe in.”  Was I taking it all in or was I only taking what I believe is helpful for me at this moment at least?I didn’t need to ask my self this, so I replied ” … Don’t worry I only take what I need and the rest I put it for later if I need to consider it.”  The truth is for the most part he is right

seriously I hate that he is always right in so many ways. Dr. Rappleye would have loved to have him as a student… because he thinks far ahead of people and he sees the bigger picture in almost every situation; as Dr. Rappleye put it for me once…( This is not a quote)..If you take people out into the jungle, most of them would tell you that they saw a tree but they will not mention that they saw a forest…but “he” is one of those few people who will say he saw a forest, now that I think about it  you both are one of those few as well…

Living away from my best friends has been driving me crazy for a long time, but now I think just like Tiye told me once, Tesfa sikort tekebelkut. But what Sammiye has said will always tie us in one way or the other… people we meet from now on are not going to be our friends, they are just going to be acquaintances. This was what I was discussing with “him,” I was telling him that I was afraid of making new friends because I felt like I am going to forget my real  friends… “ok that didnot come out right.”I say to myself;  and he proves me right by saying ” uuuu  ” … ok may be I babble too much when I sometimes talk to “him.”   I plan to say something and it comes out totally wrong… the truth is I donot want to make new friends, I want to be myself around people:  if they accept me then eseyew, if not then their loss.  He says ” you are away from your best friends now, you cannot have that friendship, you just make new friends because all of you in your own ways will make a life for yourselves and you just get lost…” I guess I was mad at him at this point because I wanted to cry and  he must have sensed that so he said ” What do I know…”

For most people what he is saying is true, but not for us, it is something that I know and hope for as well. We are friends tied by the bonds of love, brotherhood and sisterhood, we are actually blood tight…one may be across the Atlantic, the other in Europe, the other in the highlands of that beautiful land in the horn of Africa, the other in the low lands of the horn of Africa ….the list goes on,. We have been through a lot; we have touched  each other’s lives in so many ways and most of all we understand each other even without spoken words; we understand each other’s needs even in silence, and that just doesnot come by over night. But it also didnot come by a lot of effort, it was something natural that just took place… other people donot get it and to be honest I donot care if they do or donot. But I want “him” to get it and hopefully with GOD’s help” he” will.

So that is why I would rather channel all the energy I have in keeping you all in my life than make new friends wherever I go, I donot want to be like “Fugitive,” the lion trying to get accepted by ” Brutus,” the pride alpha male.

This doesnot mean that I will be a loner here because I have become friends with the most amazing people: Stef is one of them, I love her dearly and ” he” is also another one.  

But it also means that I will keep you all in my heart wherever I go, because when loneliness strikes; when things get tuff; and when the rest of the world doesnot give me time, you are the ones I run to, you all have been my safest place to  hide, for this and many more reasons I love you all and thank you for being you.

ciao

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