Month: May 2017


የዛሬ 8 ዓመት ገደማ፥ በወርሀ ሰኔ፣ “ገሳ ልልበስ፣ መሬት ልረስ” በማይባልበት የሀዋሳ ከተማ፣ ከሞኝ አበስብስ ዝናብ ጋር ተሯሩጬ፥ አልፎ አልፎ፣ ከመደበኛ የቢሮ ሰዓት በኋላ፣ ከጥቂት ወዳጆች ጋር ተሰብስበን የበጎ ፈቃድ ሥራ የምናግዝበት፥ በቅዱስ ገብርኤል ቤተ ክርስቲያን ሥር በተቋቋመ የምግባረ ሠናይ… Read More ›


The fusion of Paul Simon’s ‘Under African Sky’ with ትግርኛ (Tigirigna) beat, in a lyrical theme of recounting mothers in mother land (Ethiopia) and the other way round, is priceless. I am listening it on repeat. Plus, as tomorrow is… Read More ›

My mom!

She has given me everything she has, and everything she hasn’t; everything she never thought that she would look for: as her eternal need is sandwiched between my nerves.  I’m everything to her, she buys everything in me, and she… Read More ›

ጠዪ በከፋ ቁጥር…

ምንድን ነው እሱ ስራ ፈትቶ ‘ጠላሁት’ ስላሉት ሰው መመላለስ? ከሀይማኖት እና ከአማኞች ጀርባ ላይ ወርዶ አረፍተ ነገር መስራት የማይችሉ ኢአማንያንን መምሰል? “ቴዲ ይሄን መዝፈን ነበረበት። ለኧከሌ ውዳሴ መዝፈን ነበረበት። ኧከሌን ባያወድሰው። ይሄን መዝፈን አልነበረበትም።” ብሎ እኝኝ ማለትና ገና ቴፑ ሳይከፈት… Read More ›


Growing older has never been an easy phenomenon though it has been long and ardently awaited, much bragged about, and celebrated. Hadn’t it been corrupted, it should get due attention as teenage does. Karma becomes more complicated with aging than… Read More ›