EnquTaTash enkuan tolo meTash

Enkuan aderesachihu!

Today, I want it to be EnquTaTash. Why? People keep on dying (and living too), I am going to die eventually and so, I don’t want to wait for my holidays. I want to have them right here and right now. The crazy thing is that I am not that crazy about holidays. One thing that cannot be denied however, is that, every time a new year begins, I can hardly wait for it to end.

So, as I was saying, I, being human and all, may die before the year is through. But now that I have laid my hand on this song with which I have been in love for so long, I don’t want to die without telling you how much I love the song and sharing it with you .Should I die before the specified time, I want you to remember me whenever you hear the song. I wanted to say “I want you to remember me whenever EnquTaTash comes around” but I didn’t want to spoil your future holidays. Then again, you may not have too many holidays left yourselves.

I love this song. Especially the voice that is heard in the background when she sings the second verse “engiCha gonguñe … then the sound … adey kesorit…” (2:36/37)

Melkam addis amet for all Etiopians (dead and alive)

And should I feel like having another EnquTaTash, I am going to do it again and again and …


Note to self: you know, you could have just posted the damn song.

Answer to self: who asked for your opinion?

38. Balege aneqaq

Friends with whom you grow up with, go to every level of school with, chase chicks with and probably fall for friends, your families stay close knit for life….. I never had those.

The ones I had at a specified period end up being replaced by others if not entering oblivion. Few if any yesfer guadegna or yeandegna dereja guadegna .The longest streak of friendships that I boast runs from sometime in college to lehitmet eskegebahubet gize dires; and some of the people who are involved, I know from high school.

What does the future hold for me and my friends? Or is a new batch of friends waiting in the wings to take over?

Don’t get me wrong: I am all for a constant search for fresh starts and a little bit of anti-social behavior. But I think it is normal for one to trip about what one does/can not have. And if you feel that I am contradicting myself,…. hey….. I am just as screwed up as the next guy!

Last Friday I had an exam which I hope would be the last one of my protracted school life. I left out some important details when answering the last question. This exact realization was what woke me up on Monday. Talk about rude awakening. It’s funny, the things that come to you while asleep. Yesterday night I learned how to do that thing Ronaldinho does; the one where he takes the ball to the right and in a split second he has the ball to the left. (a few years later I would discover that that thing is known as the “elastico”.)

All I need now is a ball to see if I can do the same, following the instructions from my dream. I am dying to play some football. Over the weekend part of the fam went to the countryside ( Aemro, you are not the only one who has been traveling) and my brother and I got to play with seven and eight year olds who spit profanity like you would not believe. Still I want more…more… like that Nina Simone song.

And a desire to learn how to play the piano is creeping through me.

There is this girl who, on Tuesday evenings, has started to stick around for the rosary after mass has  finished. There would be no one left but her on the balcony on the right. Have you ever wondered what somebody is praying for? I find her intriguing.

And I just can’t seem to be able to speak loud enough in Spanish class.

La profesora, she is another intriguing lady.

I hope you, somehow, have gathered something new from what I have written thus far. Right now For a while now I fail to remember since when, but it is like the screen writers of my life are on strike. Reruns have long been my mainstay: everyday I encounter the same people, things, proceedings, etc.

Monotony is the name of the game and I hate it.

I wish people would stay off Zeritu’s case. I have read her interview and think she did the right thing. Talent+ Attitude= the hope of the East African music scene! You know how everytime  something “cool” is done in Ethiopia it is heralded as being the first/best in East Africa ; and in Sub – Saharan Africa, next only to South Africa and may be Nigeria too? I suspect it is self-flattery in most cases.

Anyway, leave the girl alone to do her thing.  She will rock at that African Music Festival in Sweden-mark my words; and hopefully release something hot afterwards. Damn punctuation!;’:

Singers getting together on songs is not so common in Ethiopia; especially in recent years. Still I would like to hear Gigi, Zeritu, Tigist Bekele, Tsedenia and Mikaya on a track, Lady Marmalade style but just a notch mellower.

What is the opposite of sub? Going to “Upper-Sharan” news, I was glad to hear that Etoile de Sahle beat Al Ahly and were crowned African champions. One team winning it three times in row would have been downright boring.

This has been a presentation of a blog- the only one of its kind this side of the Sahara, Gobi, Atacama and Wube.


31. Emenugne,mechereshaw arif new!

                         Been around the world ayayyaya

                         Been looking for some good porn… 

Whuz good everyone?!  

Like I hinted it would be, this was to be a dirty post. But regrettably, there were some hiccups. Here at andthree, we plan to pride ourselves in posting unpredictable yet credible shit (don’t we, guys?). Taking the case with most porn movies, their plot is predictable that it could be summed up in three words –the guy comes(unlike Godot). And the in between, it is like once you have seen one, you have seen them all: I wonder why we bother watching another one ¡ And besides, not only is the plot predictable, but it also lacks all credibility. I mean, no sooner has the postman delivered the post than them being at it. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that, there ain’t gonna be no vulgarity on this site anytime soon. That is unless we come across one with a knockout storyline or that exhibits knockout positions- in the pedigree of &§. 

Getting back to our humdrum regular blogging services……..  

Nina Simone:


I first heard this name way back on the movie point of no return. The main character, an assassin played by Bridget Fonda, was fond of listening to Nina‘s songs. I got to hear the mood indigo years later and recently I found a collection of hits of the sixties that has five of her songs.  Wild is the wind has to be my favorite song at the moment. I hear it and it sends me to this room with the curtains blowing in the wind, revealing the blue waters. I know the title is supposed to be a metaphor. I read she lived in Barbados for many years. That, added to the fact her ashes were spread in many African countries (I am not sure if Ethiopia was among those) and the very remote probability that I might have inhaled part of her, may be causing my vision.

 Along with Anita Baker and Rod Stewart, she is on the list of singers whom I want to own many cd’s of. 

If memory serves me right, I first heard Semahegne Belew’s debot enisira  around this time last year. Then, I thought  it  was going to blow up given the fact that in my opinion it has what it takes to make one break out in eskista –at least when no one else  is  watching; and a nice video to boot. Strangely, I happened to hear it on tv /the radio only twice ever since; the last time being Friday. Still I have to maintain it is quite groovy.  

I know it is the season for gize lekulu. Though I still can not understand why he would decide to use the sound of a dewel after a verse about a meleket, I think it too is a great song .But you will not find me blowing that trumpet (no sexual pun intended). 

Why? In addition to avoiding the risk of respiratory infections with too many people on the same trumpet, I prefer blowing trumpets little blown. Or should people lay down a much blown trumpet, I am the guy to pick it up. That is one reason why I decided to talk about Gigi (told ya, no sexual pun intended!).  

She is due a dope album and her sister is due a dope mezmur album. Gigi’s last one many people did not feel. I never gave it a good listen; may be I would have liked it. Sofia showed a lot of promise on her first album but her second solo one was not like I expected. May be it too I need to listen to good.

Girls come on!

 Taking a wild jump, or a not so wild one as will be evident shortly, to Professor Lukuman Yusuf, he is a renowned Obs. Gyn. He was among the people asked by a magazine to name who they thought were the best in various fields in the last 1000 years. His unexpected choices for the category of best song and music writers has cracked me up ; and this on a day I was finding laughs hard to come by. He picked Ayalneh Mulat (I know of him as a writer and translator of novels and the like) and went on to add Johnny Ragga.  

Doc Luk dutty yeah! Big up yourself for for me main man!! And may you excuse the “doc” for it strictly was for rhyming purposes. 

Getting back to Gigi, I heard her family’s hotel is being sold. Foreclosure is a bitch!  I hope they sort out through any financial troubles they may be having and someday get to buy back what is theirs. Now I feel like I am gossiping. I brought it up only because I wanted to talk about where I saw the haraj announcement  –, and how it was damn near the only thing (along with the brilliant int’l Coke commercial  that shows what goes down in a vending machine) I care to remember from what I have recently seen on ETv. The rest of the programs I had/have the misfortune of watching, I sat/ sit through saying to myself “I am going to explode if I hear one more ‘hidase’ or ‘ ….. hagerachinin beachir ametat wust mekakelegna gebi kalachew hagerat terta lemaselef…’  “; fighting the urge to commit harakiri.


 Enter ETv, where damn near everything is lackluster, dreary, uninspiring, dull, jaded, tame, monotonous, boring, bland (thanks MS Word 2003!); where damn near everything is propaganda or turned so ( case in point:  Demera at Meskel Square, which by the way I think rocked –from celebration point of view.)  It is like the attack of the clones each and everyday. And events transpired  that I would be on the receiving end of this attack- events like DStv losing Premiership broadcasting rights to Gtv. DStv has lost its glory having lost  the Premier League or some 294/380 of it .Arab Sat is not that attractive an option either. Champions’ league is on DStv and Gtv and Showtime Arabia are not official yet. It is dire straits for DStv, DStv betoch, watchers, me … 

There is a web competition called “the goal cup “. What you do is sign up (for free) and pick your own team made up of six players with the option of 20 transfers through the course of the season. The goals members of your team score each week are going to be added up and prizes will be given at the end of the season for the winning team. My team, “the” team, comprises Rooney, Messi, Shevchenko , Fabregas, Ribery and Gabi Milito. Messi has got our team to a good start yesterday. You can also set up your mini league, invite people to join you and enjoy some friendly competition. My league is only me at the moment and its name is, you guessed it, “the” league! 

Please, see if   it tickles your fancy. 

I used to enjoy reading Addis Admas. But nowadays people I have talked to and I myself feel like it is not worth the trouble. It is like one, two and thirty two or whatever. What happened guys?  With printing costs going up by 87%, you better get your act together and swift. Otherwise, I predict there is going to be a major shift in the reader force towards blogs and andthree is going to be a force to be reckoned with. You may think that it is a bit unrealistic in Ethiopia but you have been warned!

They still make sure they come out with the weekly dose of obituaries. And although those things are always sobering, I bet you this one tops them all.


It is from a lady who lost her husband, three kids and a friend in a single car accident a year ago.  She says the driver of the other car which caused the accident posted a three thousand birr bail and has been free for almost all of the time her beloved have been dead. I can not blame her for feeling hard done by the justice system. And I doubt if any amount of sentence would make her incomprehensible pain go away either. And one can not help but see, hear about and be exposed to irresponsible pricks , including oneself, on a daily basis.

I kindly ask anyone who happens to pass though here to pray that she finds solace.


……..no, really I am a saint! Should you see my halo flicker, it might be that it has short circuited or something.



Blogspot is still blocked but sms is now kosher. I have told you entries ago about the acquisition of the “tachycardia inducing” girl’s phone number courtesy of my brother. For months I had been reluctant to put it to good use. Then under a crazy set of circumstances, and woe this crazy circumstances as Lauryn would say, a fair bit of texting has been going on between us for three days starting on Wednesday. I told her my first name only yesterday evening and it may/ not be enough for her to recognize me by; I am not sure because I have not read from her since. 

Watch this space for the continuing coverage of my life in a way that the people I‘d like associated with it might find overly revealing or offensive even.   

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