gone gena

Going home for Gena armed with a to-do-list having 41 things on it. Well, first on the list was “make a to-do-list”, which I managed to cross out without delay, and with an immense sense of self-satisfaction. The stuff in there is diverse; some I have to do before I leave, and the others, while in Addis Abeba: taking the mobile charger home, drinking filter Tela in exhibition center, buying return tickets before they are sold out, lidet, leqso, herbals from Ariti, coffee from Robera, leaving keys with people, find a quote that has to do with gout, wezete wezete.

The beauty of to-do-lists lies not only in their service as useful reminders (of sometimes useless stuff) but also in the ease with which one can compose them. A piece of paper and a pen in one’s pocket is all what it takes.

I’ll tell you what is difficult to compose –“a done-list”. Lives are spent making an endless list of wishes, needs, desires, … , all the while paying little or no attention to the things that have been achieved, to the things that really matter, to Providence.

I know that instead of counting my blessings, kicking back and enjoying the holiday, my mind and body will be running hither and thither, trying to cross out an additional thing from the list. However, trite as it may seem, the fact that I am going back home to a family that, to borrow an expression from Arrow of God, is “quiet” , is top of my done-list, and by miles too.

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And oh, asina bel asina genaye 🙂

67.የፀሀይ ቁርጥራጮች ፣ ቡና በጤናዳም

32. Buna ena bunee

These days, what I am having for breakfast is coffee with tea, no sugar, and brown bread.  I love it; it is great! Great in the sense that nothing will be bitterer for the rest of the day and in that it will make you do some crazy shit – like texting that girl on that fateful Wednesday 26 September, the year of our Lord 2007(this date might come in handy someday.) I think it was the coffee that was doing the typing that morning because in my tea days I would have known better. After some more exchanges since l last posted, she knows who I am. And how did she take it?  “I knew it !!! I knew all that ogling was not for nothing!” And I said “Baby, I do not ogle; I Google! That is how I got your your father’s and sister’s e mail addresses!” 

The other day I was complimenting my sister on how she looked and she responds, “Why don’t you e mail me!”

 I gather she is the last one to know– after my family and friends and her family (if those e mails have been read). It looks like I have succeeded in pulling off a perfect front around her for all that time.   

Now that things have fiiiiiiiiiiiiinally got going, to wherever, it seems that I am stuck. I am questioning why I did it and what I want out of it. I do not know what my next move should be. No plans, strategy or what not. I guess that is what happens when you jump in dick-first into situations, “pumped” up by caffeine. May be I should apologize saying I was high,  and slip back into obscurity, if possible .                                                                                                                               

Right now, I am in limbo – limbo of the stupid. There still is rain and cold; and the sun is not yet shining to full effect. As my mother would tell you, kiremt is supposed to end on Meskerem 26. Demarcation settled, the promise of a stationary blue above and brown motion on the ground is enticing as could be, standing three days away. All eyes get ready to feast on those brown skinned ladies, every third of whom happens to have brown somewhere in her outfit!  

A certain kind of blue was the ladies’ favorite some time back. I wonder which color would be next and how many colors they will go through before I find me a girl?!  

I do not wish to go into the whole “should they or should they not wear those revealing clothes?” debate:  revealed are my opinions in the last paragraphs. But what I wish to beg of them is not to show us their butt cracks for, don’t nobody wanna see those, sakes. Ladies, I feel somewhere in the back of your head you think about impressing us; and impressible creatures are us guys .But not with that! 

And I am not a fault finder- the fault is there for all to see.  

A G thang is going down with the leaders of Ghana and Germany having converged on Addis Ababa.  I was kind of surprised to see Girma Birru receive John Kufour .Even if the PM could not be there, the FM would have been a more appropriate choice. He just may be is one of the better leaders the continent has got to offer; he is the current chairperson of AU and his country is celebrating fifty years of independence-most of the other African countries boast younger years. 

Ethiopia, having never been colonized by Europeans, has been suffering from autocolonization for far too long. Lest I should be misinterpreted, autocolonization = possessing wealth but not putting it to good use; which the Europeans may view as mikegenet. I long for the day when we finally win independence from ourselves.

Oh snap! I am sounding like ETv! 

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