እስኪሪፕቶ, ሶኬት, መዝሙር


Shout out to Fantahun T from elementary, wherever he might be, whose ballpoint game used to be on point, especially the green one. Matter of fact, everything about him used to be on point. The smartest kid in school, well dug by the girls, good at football…I used to go green with envy. One time I had to rewrite a semester’s worth of ሳይንስ ደብተር trying to copy his dope ass hand writing and drawing. የልብ ስዕሉ ይምጣብኝ! Auricles and ventricles never looked better. Another time, word went out that he had recited a full passage from the እንግሊዝኛ መጽሀፍ. Can’t say I didn’t feel the pressure to accomplish the same feat. There was a third time when he had pronounced “frightened” as “ፍሪግዜንድ”; I had half a mind to follow suit. But, hey! Even our English teacher used to say “ኔግሃቡር”, “ዳንጀሪዮስ”,… በወቅቱ ከርሱና ከሌላኛው ጓደኛችን ዘለግ እል ስለነበር used to feel a bit self-conscious and shortness had seemed appealing. Last time we met a bunch of years ago, he was taller than me, if memory serves. And I am left to rue my foolish childhood wishes, አሁን በሰው ሃገር የሰው ዛፍ እያየሁ እያንገበገበኝ::

It be that way that sometimes: one starts the morning with a መዝሙር on one’s lips, to come home in the wee hours of the morning to a verse from the same song, after a night of carousing:


An observation: corroborating the observation of a former roommate, English language proficiency shows a marked improvement upon consumption of ethanol.

Sometimes a look at a plug and a song suggests itself, somehow, someway.


The sober One’s English is kind of shaky. So one checks to see if “plug” is the right word here, and not “socket”. Then one goes on a tangent, thinking about how in some corners “the gender of connectors and fasteners” could be considered cheeky and politically incorrect.



 fall short

‘Twas a cold, crisp evening

The tail end of a gloomy, lazy day

Hanging by the bus stop

Trying to get on my way


Planning my leisure like

The hub better have some good shit tonight

Just chillin’, literaሌ

Lol and behold

Sure enough to confirm my thoughts

Along came a mutherfucker

Proudly wearing shorts

አይ ፈረንጅና ቁምጣው! 🙂

ለነገሩ ሁሉም  ከኛ ነው የሄደው



another one about the sistas

So, my little sister made me look good, again. She took my money and did something meaningful with it that I got መመረቅed by our parents: ‘እሱም ተጨንቆ እንዲህ ያደርግ ጀመር?!’ The money was originally meant for 40/60. አገሬ ስመለስ አንገት, ከተቻለም the rest of the body ማስገቢያ ይሆናል ብዬ…


My sister always knows whuz good. It was with her that I got to see Hasset Acoustics doing their thing. Had a great time sitting too close to the big ass speaker notwithstanding; and despite the guy who had invited her to check out the place መሞዳሞዲንግ with her, in my presence, አምላክ ያሳያችሁ, ዕቃ አረገኝ’ኮ!, like he wanted her to check out some other place.

From the members of Hasset on show that night, Sami Dan has gone on to do big things. But it was Chelina who was the real star. Hope she would blow up soon. Girl got it. And she got that Amy Winehouse thing going on.

And oh, I once had the opportunity to clap eyes on Ayu Alemu in closeish quarters. He didn’t say hi. The moral of the story is, I have seen people 🙂

I know that someday that I will have to find someone other than my sister to outsource my ቁምነገር doings to so that I could concentrate full-time on ቧልት::

My bars:

Your worst nightmare n#$%a, don’t wanna press rewind

Wanna kill me n#$%a, you gotta stay in line

Real bars!

I am of the opinion that The Tonight Show is beneath Black Thought:

A proposed track listing for Young Dolph’s mixtape 😀

young dolph

Arguably one of the best passages in The Bible juxtaposed with some dubious advice:


I have this recurring dream where I come to a river and I would go “not this fucking river again!” Could it be the river Styx?



we be movin’ on up

Over the phone my brother is literally like, ቤት ስትመጣ ውስኪ አለ ፤ ይዘህ ትሄዳለህ…እንደቢራ ብዙ መጠጣት የለብህም:: ትንሹ ሞቅ ያደርግሃል::

እኔ ደግሞ literally መሽኮርመም like

He was the one who had turned me from my teetotaling ways (የትም ላልደርስ ነገር) and initiated me into the wonders of ቢራ. He had also overseen my earliest exposure to ጠጅ:: ሌላ ሰው ከሚያስለምድህ እኛው ብናስጀምርህ ይሻላል was his angle.

So, yes. Excitement. Whisky is going to be great; an upgrade over wine. The few times I’ve drunk whisky, I’ve got nothing but good memories. Like the time I was hanging out with this girl, I was finding her and physically arousing, she dropped me off at home, we rubbed cheeks with that singular of Etyopian greetings, and in the privacy of the bathroom I had inspected a prototypical boner, which is a stuff of aspirations to this day. ከዚያች ዕለት በኋላ ከላይ የተጠቀሰችውን  ብዕሲት ለማግኘት የተደረገው ተደጋጋሚ ጥረት አልተሳካም::

A text from the future:

message from the future

Unaccomplished tasks:


ደረቅ ቆዳ season. A sore sight for the eyes 🙂


I really hate this. And the lotions don’t seem to be doing me a world of good probably because I keep on washing my hands like Lady Macbeth. My line of work requires it but maybe I take it to a whole nother level. Anyways, now it’s going to be the unfinished bottle that my former roommate left behind. Yes, I like saving money. Interesting thing about that bottle, the smell of the lotion brought back waves of memories of a special girl. I had been warned: use it sparingly or else risk the scent becoming my own scent; memories getting wiped off. Didn’t listen. Applied it daily and liberally on my face. Yes, I’m metrosexual. Now I can’t tell where girl ends and roommate begins.

There’s also that other lotion that was sent by another special girl for the express purpose of applying it on the አይበሉባ:: Woe the day that tube runs dry. It would be like the last strand of connection being broken….

Finished reading GGS. It got repetitive after a certain point. Slugged through it regardless. Far be it from me to lap up talk of Etyopian exceptionalism however tempting it may be. But the book talks about how Etyopia was one of the select number of places to have domesticated plants leading to crop surplus in turn setting the stage for civilization. And what kind of shit did we manage to domesticate? ጤፍ፣ እንሰት ፣ ኑግ ፣ ዳጉሳ (“የዳጉሳ ጠላ በጎን የሚነዳ”) ፣ ቡና እና ጫት:: Even though the list gives off the impression that our lives kind of sucked that half of it had to do with stimulants, looks like we were on our way to civilization. What the fuck happened?


True. Yesterday’s disaster pales in comparison with today’s. But both don’t even make a bleep on the radar of disasters when you consider the real shit people around you are going through. So, brush that impostor syndrome off of your shoulders and keep stepping. None of that “torpor and inertia” (From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin).

Then again, It is as reasonable to represent one kind of imprisonment by another, as it is to represent anything that really exists by that which exists not. 

ነፃነት butchered መድኃኒቴ እና ልጠብቅህ ወይ:: ምነው’ቴ?! ምንም ዘፈኑን አንቺ ብትዘፍኚውም የሕዝብ ሃብት’ኮ ነው! ታሪክ ሰሪው ደግሞ ሠፊው ሕዝብ ነው:: Similar but varying degrees of reproach go out to all them mutherfuckers who had tried to redo their old songs: ቴዎድሮስ፣ ኤፍሬም ፣ ንዋይ ፣ ፀጋዬ… The triple OG’s remain in a league of their own: አስቴር ፣ ጥላሁን ፣ መሐሙድ

This week’s anthems:





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