wana wana zenawoch.313 days to go

  •  So my mother tells me – like in a scene taken right out of a Peter Russell comedy – that I am getting older and should be giving serious thought to the future and I am not doing that and am not serious about stuff till a point has been reached that it has become too difficult to tell whether I am joking or being real. It is safe to say that the entire family agrees on one thing: that I am a hopeless joker who needs some serious intervention if anything good is to become of him. So they want to hook me up with a certain “nice girl”. And how did I handle this situation?  I told my mother “you have carried me in your womb for nine months; fed me, bathed me and put up with my temper tantrums from the time I refused to be breastfed to when I shunned my studies and was given to sleep; so uncool, that time you whipped my brother and I bare-assed with the cord of the iron for not having kept an eye on our little sister when she went outside the house in the rain and got soaked – you can see for yourself the  fine stubborn girl she has turned out to be  and should realize that there was nothing we could have done at that time to deter her; etc etc. this is just an abstract of your immense contribution to my being; but never, under any condition, will I let you pimp me! Cuz that is my job!” The thing is, it was me all along who has been goading my moms and pops about the girl and now that they finally offer to help, I refuse it! But they were adamant that I should call her, and I had to come up with a plan in order to get out of doing so. I told them to give me a year and if there be no change by then, then intervene on! Note to self: wow dude! You are supposed to be a biologist of the modern ages yet you still believe in spontaneous generation?! Time, they used to believe time was all that was needed for maggots to appear from rotting meat. No putting in seeds, no efforts, only time and bam! A girl friend! Answer to self: You would be glad to know that, spurred on by the time frame I have imposed upon I and I, I have been able to ask a friend if she was “wooable” only to disastrous results, heartbreak, the works,  which have been chronicled in my e mails to the same people who are supposed to be reading this post, results which I will not be going into in detail in the interest of interest.
  • The sister I was telling you about, obdurate she may be, she is a genius! I remember she was the one who schooled me on how to tie my shoes. Bad student that I am, I have been recently-for the last ten years or so-having trouble with my laces, making pit stops here and there to retie them. It was seriously affecting my social interactions: I would be walking with friends and suddenly I would stop and “please don’t wait for me; I would only tie you up; sorry I cannot go chick-hunting with you fellas what with my problematic shoelaces and all”. It was getting unbearable and after all those years, I turned to my guru. The answer was simple – hating myself for not having told her about it much sooner. Now they stay tied like a blissful marriage.
  • I had to travel to Addis Abeba at night. The other passengers were rushing to take their places in the minibus while I, trying to be a gentleman, a gentleman who in his head was cursing the other people for their “sigibgibnet”, held back and watched them step all over each other. But when the dust finally cleared and I tried to find a spot in the minibus, a spot for which I have made a deposit, that spot was nowhere to be found. So I tell the guy who did the “reservation” that the thing was full and he answers me, a bit disappointed by my sluggishness, “bota yaz biyeh alneber?!” My mistake for thinking that seats were going to reserve themselves; same problem from a couple of paragraphs earlier. I was reminded of how many British passengers of the Titanic perished because instead of trying to save their lives, they were busy being courteous, letting the damned Americans scramble for the lifeboats. But people make wrong moves: some guy siyankelekilew left his place and got off to do some stuff and I pounced. When he got back to reclaim his spot, my neighbors and I greeted him with a look that said we did not know what the hell he was talking about. He had to resign himself to a kursi (or was it a jerry can?) for the duration of the five hundred something kilometers. Forgive me Lord! He got his revenge though! He was arguing that he had paid the fare while the redat did not seem to think so. The blood sucking opportunists! They demanded an extra 30 birr once we were in the car and all set to go. I have a sneaking suspicion – I don’t mean to question the integrity of the man from whom I stole a seat and condemned to a very uncomfortable night – that the man saved  from 130 birr upwards, and he deserved it. The Lord works in mysterious ways!

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Tilish is like “Oh no! Not the countdown again!?”

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Bucket list and guilty pleasures

Never thought about having a bucket list, but I have something closer to that. Number 1 was meeting Jeff Corwin, that happend  and I am forever thankful to my brother. But the list is not only Jeff, now Dave Salmoni is up to the first spot. Enough of that, these can  happen, now I need a real bucket list…. so editing the ones I already have leads to

1. Roaming with lions in Africa with Dave Salmoni.

2. swiming with sharks (am probably to scared to make this happen) .. scratch this…. visiting madagscar and its Lemurs with Jeff Corwin…I like this.

3. sky diving…. really?…. yeah why not…

4.  visiting Lalibela, Fasil, Lake Tana and the monasteries there.

5. Dalol and Ertale… hmmm kuatirebachualew hulachihunim since you will be going without me… but may be Henuka will take me there … he promised…

6. visiting Yellow Stone National park, Grand canion, Niagra Falls

7. Convincing Tiye to atleast eat fish so that I can have Sushi with him.

8… Not sure yet about the rest of them… do you fancy helping me fill my bucket?……

I have so many guilty pleasures, I share one with Tiye actually…Penguins of madagscar…. but this song is also my guilty pleasure…. here goes the lyrics….

Well it’s good to hear your voice
I hope you’re doing fine
And if you ever wonder
I’m lonely here tonight
Lost here in this moment
Time keeps slipping by
If I could have just one wish
I’d have you by my side

Oooohh I miss you
Oooohh I need you
And I love you more than I did before
And if today I don’t see your face
Nothing’s changed, no one can take your place
It gets harder everyday
Say you love me more than you did before
And I’m sorry it’s this way
But I’m coming home, I’ll be coming home
And if you ask me I will stay, I will stay

Well I tried to live without you
But tears fall from my eyes
I’m alone and I feel empty
I’m torn apart inside

I look up at the starts
Hoping you are doing the same
And somehow I feel closer
And I can hear you say
Oooohh I miss you
Oooohh I need you
And I love you more than I did before
And if today I don’t see your face
Nothing’s changed, no one can take your place
It gets harder everyday
Say you love me more than you did before
And I’m sorry it’s this way
But I’m coming home, I’ll be coming home
And if you ask me I will stay, I will stay, always stay

I never wanna lose you
And if I had to I would choose you
So stay, please always stay
You’re the one that I hold on to
My heart would stop without you

I love you more than I did before
And if today I don’t see your face
Nothing’s changed, no one can take your place
It gets harder everyday
Say you love me more than you did before
And I’m sorry that it’s this way
But I’m coming home, I’ll be coming home
And if you ask me I will stay, I will stay, I’ll always stay
And I love you more than I did before
And I’m sorry that it’s this way
But I’m coming home, I’ll be coming home
And if you ask I will stay, I will stay, I will stay

The guilty plesure part is….hmm…. well… here is the song….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnzfzEMgNB4….

Hey Papiye… in case you didnot get my answer from the song… it is YES,.. a thousand times YES.., it is my pleasure to be of service…. but I have a feeling they will think I am doing this for the kitfo.. since I love your mom’s kitfo…so you need to convince them that I am a vegeterian.. … wait a sec.. Tiye will train me how to pretend to be vegeterian…how about that…

The plan…. well to kill hibernation with prejudice..

“It has been a while since you  have done anything that you  have planned and it is time you  get back to doing things you planned”… this was the voice in my  head. I need to get back to the real me who gets things done in real-time and who doesn’t worry about making the deadline.

The voice keeps going ” you have become this person who is scared, worries too  much, and little things are making you feel sad and lonely, you worry too much and I don’t like this”… frankly I don’t like it either and I realized I need to let me be happy and worry free, be the person that  Tibe and TIye know and love.

I really want to get out of this self-inflicted hibernation. How I got here in the first place I never know. I need me some of Brad’s optimistic views. I mean the guy has so much stuff to bother him, an Iraq vet, he had to deal with illness in the family and then SDAP. But nothing phases him, he is always smiling and giving me a moral boost every time I am not sure about stuff. I keep playing the scenes back and forth time and again. I was just talking to him and the poor guy’s heart decided to go into A-fib (Its name comes from the fibrillating (i.e., quivering) of the heart muscles of the atria, instead of a coordinated contraction). I was like stunned since everybody rushed in to do something, the strange part is the poor guy was tolerating it and he felt fine through all the strangeness around him. Any way Brad was passing  by and I was talking to one of the RA nurses; he stops by and  I whisper (A-Fib),  if it was me I would have said..” oh really?’…. he says…” are you ok?”… I node ” Yes”… and he gives me a thumbs up and smiles and leaves me. I keep revisiting this scene over and over, although now Brad teases me that who ever I talk to will have A-fib…but the main thing  I kept remembering was how optimistic he always is, I used to be that person. I don’t feel like that any more, I mean I am that person when I pray, but I lose my ways at times.

May be it is just the weather, or the stress, or the incident with the one person that I love and respect the most, I don’t know. I am feeling lonely all the time and I feel like crying at times. It gets better with prayer and mezmur, but I need my friends here who can handle my tamper tantrums, I am not letting it out and I guess that is what is making me stay in this monotone state.

I have decided to take on Acute with a new view and hope and energy and with GOD’s help it will be awesome. But I still wish Tiye and Papy were here with me. Mostly because I just need to be hugged and I get it without asking for it. I miss you guys

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