99.Menen, Saba, wezete

So I went to Addis Abeba – again. And this be my ride when I slide in and out of town:

the bus

 

While I was there, I had the chance to spend some time in two places where they sell traditional clothes. And I discovered how much I prefer menen to saba:

 

menen

menen

 

saba

saba

 

 

I mean, the tibeb was supposed to stay down there. But people, in their insolence, pulled it up, way up, to give rise to this nauseating type of yehager libs which, many people happen to like by the way.  No wife of mine shall be wearing one of those saba thingies!

The first few days I spent back home, I could not help but go to the toilette 5 times a day. I guess my diet had diverged from the one I was used to.

And there is also the fact that my sefer is fast turning into Chechnya 2.0. I thought with the new road, many imaginative businesses could spring up with the hood maintaining its residential vibe. I even thought that it could be a school district. But alas!

And I cannot help but feel that the number of ferenjs in Addis Abeba has gone up. Don’t think, since I spent some time away in Bahir Dar, they have suddenly become a novelty. I am telling you, there is abnormally many of them.

And now I am back!

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I wonder why noone had uploaded it to youtube.

Just because it is malaria season. Addis Abeba better watch its ass!  This should scare off the ferenjs. What ATeT a.k.a. cho… shut your mouth could not do, maybe malaria can. And no, I am not a xenophobe. I love humans, whatever hue.

It was nice passing through Enjibara, listening to this.

65. Langano

The pictures were taken February of last year. I have even posted one around the same time. This blog is environment friendly -we recycle baby!

Yesterday this guy gave me an incredible pep talk on how good they were, which I took to heart and ↑

Can’t type much cuz my right hand has, I hope momentarily, went kinda numb on me –really.  But one question: what song would  you prefer  with the  scenery?

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59. Kidus yours truly and the hattrick that was not to be

Lo and behold! (for I am about to get spiritual on your asses)
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Yesterday was Meazia 30.

You know how these days we are having no electricity for about 14 hours a day, twice or trice a week because of the shift thingie. Yesterday was one of those days and I was returning home from school around 8 in the evening. Took the usual route down to Mastawekia Minister, with its new found darkness, owing to the power shortage I suspect. Checked the situation at the taxi stop in front of Ethiopia Hotel and headed down to Lagahar. The taxis that recently had been more kind to Haya Hulet goers as compared to those headed for Arat Kilo (Lancha and Bole seem to be ever lucky) apparently had  decided to switch it up and I ended up taking the Higer, Kendo or whatever its name is for the second time in three days, for the second time ever. The problems with Lonchins and Higers, as I see it, crowding (the later appears to be better) and not being able to get off at the right stop. Why the second problem? I guess I am not assertive enough to yell out “woraj ale” among all those people, pass through all those people, get off and get on my way. I rather see if there are some people who have the same stops as I.

 

Yes, Haya Hulet teshagro instead of Wuha Limat. While on the longer way home, I was wondering if I was about to do it for the third time. The last two days of our turn to be “powerless” and “in the dark”,  power had come back  the same instant, give or take thirty seconds, I walked into the neighborhood or home. You can imagine what an ego booster that must have been and especially happening  to a guy who gets off from associating things.

 

And so I walked; on the unfinished asphalt road; fully expecting to light up the barrio; like I was Mihiret Debebe; or more like the patron saint of hydroelectric  power. Moments later, I was sitting at home, in the dark, listening to mezmur on my mobile. When they finally decided that we had enough, this song was playing which had the line “chelemayen yaberaligne” in its chorus (an AAMW band song). I know that it is squaring off Jesus with EEPCO and I wish He would smite them, show them His electric side. What I really wish is for Him to help them get their act together-help Ethiopia get her act together.

 

Today is Ginbot 1. Crap! Today is Ginbot 1?!

 

I am at a particularly dark spell in my life for all the brightness surrounding me. I am so tired, physically and mentally, that I make a zombie seem like Chris Brown. I am having mood swings like it was the sixties. I know I have been doing a lot of self-diagnosis lately; and yesterday I was checking for the symptoms of bipolar disorder (some say Nina Simone had it). But not to worry: I am a few symptoms short and there are things which if I do a certain way, I hope might help relieve the existing “symptoms”.  If not, then I am screwed.

 

It is Ginbot 1 but I have not yet finished the lab work of the project. And the write up, I am only starting with writing the subjects and methods. The above facts are scary as compared to what they should have been. In my prayers I say ” I know you are already there on my behalf and thank you for that.But until I get there, help me to be strong enough to do my best and enjoy every step of the way”. But as you may well know, it is hard to live your prayers.

 

And so the 120 days have become 90, 60 and now 30; I have not achieved what I set out to. I am at the final frontier, so to speak, but things have not yet been finalized. The days flow by and I am enthralled in the suspense of how things will turn out: I do not know the end to the film that I am making.

 

You know, I had dreams of turning the defense into an attack; get on the examiners faces and pull a “what you know about that huh!”  kind of shit. Now, I would be lucky to finish up and make it to the defense hall; and after that, I would be pretty lucky to make it out of the hall in one piece. Hell, by the rate I am going, I would gladly take three pieces. Forget the head and torso: all I need will be my two legs with my priapic prick mounted on them. Then I could be like the headless horseman from Sleepy Hollow. He had a sword though; mine is more like a  dagger . The dick used to be an individual organism just like the mitochondria and chloroplast so fear not that it can not be left to its devices. Just don’t ask me how people or dicks used to procreate before their merger . 

I can just picture me, or some of me rather, roaming the streets at night; terrorizing the neighborhood; females scared to be on the streets after 7 and shit…

 

 Like I tried to point out, I am in deep shit. Pray for me that the darkness surrounding me be lifted and on that day I give praise to the Lord and Him only; and I relegate myself to the shadow of His glory. And it is no all about the defense; it is about life. Thank you!

 

I remember writing some months back that Sofia’s sophomore album was not as good as her debut. I now stand corrected on that statement and actually think it was bangin’. It would be nice if she and Mirtnesh could do a duet. I am sure the thought only of two people who believe in the same thing but kept apart by technicalities getting together on a project about a common subject will be sooooooooo appalling  to a lot of people. Sorry to offend you; you are entitled to your opinions. But I think that is what they are-mere technicalities.

 

Henock  Abebe has come out  with a brand new release. I wonder if he has something as hot as “Dejish emetalehu” in there.

 

I guess it is safe to say that I was back with another long one,

 

 

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38. Balege aneqaq

Friends with whom you grow up together in the same neighborhood, go to every level of school together, chase chicks together 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 was 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 is 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.

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 have found 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 common in Ethiopia. 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.

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