complicated

It snowed, and now it is gone, what a relief. Last saturday was scary but as always God was with me. I almost made a 90 degree turn while driving to work and got on the opposite lane, lucky for me there was only one car behind  me and the guy was realy nice.

2007 has been complicated so far. Boy do I need a poem for what I am about to write. I have  never had this feeling before, if Wordsworth was here may be he could describe it for me through those great peoms of his…………… Desire……. where does it come from…….. the desire to be loved, to love, to care. As I have read, it could lead to failure, shame and mental asylum just like Blanch…. (from The street car named Desire). I believe my case is different….. it is not sexual desire like hers…. but it is the desire to be with someone beyond the physical thing. Joseph said to me once, if there is chemistry between two people nothing matters…… nothing? yeah, looks, money.. bla, bla. One thing I am always afraid of is, what happens after the reaction. I wish for me it will burn for eternity.

But these past three weeks have shown me life isnot always fair. Imagine your whole life you wish for something, it happens, but it is so wrong for you to have it. It is something that goes against your principles, morale….. u just want to sit and be sad. Then I think there has got to be a reason why you got it all only not to have it. A way to let me know when and how  there is chemistry with out being hurt. Then I think if life was fair , we would completly forget GOD. So now I will be able to figure out the good desire and the appropriate one. What about the one that is wrong for me…. I have to just walk away. How I let it got too far I will never know, I mean what do  you do, when you are cared for, understood, when all  what you are saying is heared with a look that tells you that you are loved in a continent where you felt lonely for so long. So donot blame me. It felt so great but it is so wrong. It feels so right, but it is terribly wrong. It is peaceful but it is scary. What am I going to do with you is the question I am left with. I know, I know papy I am nuts , nuttier than a fruit cake… What are you saying betty shut your pie hole.. ok ok enough of this….my hand is typing and i am not making sense anymore, hey whatever, you are my friends and you love me the way I am.

 Ok so I love DIEGO…. I was about to fall asleep one night and my 4 yr old nephew ” EMANUEL” came and said that he was going to read me a bed time story and then after he got finished he gave me a kiss and said, here let Diego stay with you tonight. So that night I met Diego. He is a creature adventurer but a Cartoon. I watched one of his shows and now I am in love with him

CIAO

Should not have caught you
Should have just let you fall
And hope for the best
Was not my place to save you
Having driven you off the edge
I failed you when I caught you
Knew you was delicate
Unlike the rest
It made me like you
Eighteen months later
Made me shatter you
Now I am sitting here

Blogging  

Reminiscing how , why
I did not see the writings on the wall
I mean I had you
You were like my eyes
You saw it as it was
Always took the lead
Had no bounds
Never bore down on me
Through you I saw the good
The bad and the ugly
It was all good
I’m my brother
But I did not blame him then
You were always mine
Should have protected you
Failed on two attempts
Now it hurts more
Now it is all hazy
Took clarity with you
Shudder to think what I might do next
Optician here I come

 

44. An ode to my glasses, which I broke this morning.“You were like my eyes”, duh!

 

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it came to 6?

kanetera, t shirt, shurab, t shirt, shurab and a jacket. that is what i’m wearing now. 6 layers.  not to mention my cap and socks (two layers of socks of course). who doesn’t enjoy adisaba?

43. zena

We used to have our former niches under blogroll. But now, thanks to the wonderful import feature of WordPress, one (Wezgaboch) has been transferred to this site; and it is hoped that the same would be done to the second (it is still under blogroll). The transfer process was so smooth that even the “we have moved” post was brought here and had Tilaye like “eh?” 

The tagline to this blog has been hereby replaced (like you would have noticed) by that of Wezgaboch’s. 

 If you go to the brand new March section (like you would do that), you will find 9 old posts which are kind of new.  

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42. Salam! Tibebe ebalalehu ; leba negn.

I try not to visit other blogs regularly lest my posts start to resemble those written by bloggers whose steelo I take a liking to. True, I often use the random redirection feature of WordPress to compare blog stats but often that is about it. But no matter how I try to appear original, I know somebody out there has already said what I so pompously post as my latest entry. The last statement’s inspiration, I mooched off this lady’s blog . I read a few of her posts and ……. humbling and intimidating! Some people sure have a picturesque way of writing. 

Sami saw the entry before last and kind of suggested that the brilliant idea about “humpers without borders” was his. I remember discussing it with him, as I do some of the material up in this with some people, but I am not sure who cosigned with whom. So sue me, Sami! ( by the way he has told me that next week , he is going to leave for Bale Mountains’ National Park to work on his project entitled ”Running with the Red Wolves”; good luck man!) And may this serve as a disclaimer to anyone and everyone, in the past present or future-if it looks like that I have stolen your idea/s, it is probably because I have, knowingly/unknowingly. Deal with it! 

Bright ideas are neither created nor destroyed; they are just thought some brain else and posted some blog else. 

Now that we have got that little detail out of the way, I can finally write about the things I saw and heard.  I visited an exhibition that showcases the history of The Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahido Church. What I liked the most was the guides –they know their stuff. There was plenty of interesting things to see but without those fellows the 2hrs+ affair would have taken its toll on me. 

I attended the Ibero-American film festival; saw five films –four in Spanish one in Portuguese -all with subtitles—. I used to think Venezuela was all about beauty queens, oil resources and Hugo Chavez. Tocar y luchar (to play and to fight) has added a fourth dimension to that perception. In almost every community throughout the country there are orchestras composed of people who grow up learning music from as little as four years old. One of the founders of the scheme said “… An orchestra is the only place where people come together with the sole purpose of agreeing with each other. ….”  Midway through the documentary, I was musing if the same could happen in Ethiopia. There is an undertone of a consensus in many circles and rectangles that in groups Ethiopians function badly or not at all except in comer y luchar (to eat and to fight).  But the “sad” reality is that we can not have wars all the time and if “ho blen lelimat bandinet ketenesan”, then we would be insanely and self–absorbedly rich that we won’t have to eat together nomore. Moreover, I feel little is being done to bring about a national psyche while there is too much exertion on constituents.  

The millennium might just be a godsend in that respect but we need more to make us feel that we are part of this unique assembly of people called Ethiopians. Seeing the film like I have seen it, one would probably have to agree what better way to instill a sense of belongingness from an early age than music. It may seem an expensive undertaking given our always to blame poverty, but what isn’t?

 Memorable people from the other films- two old guys from soldados de Salamis (the soldiers of Salamis) and the forest (the forest)… can’t a guy  forget?  I have to say eneza shimagilewoch have aged full of delightful cynicism; and one of them hardly speaks!   

Memorable scene, hands or rather hoofs down- the one where this guy has intercourse with a horse. The part of the violated equine was played by a stunt horse. 

 Annoyance – the assholes at the back that talked and giggled through two films; and I sat there aching for the day when I shall finally flip out on people like them, speeding taxi drivers inclusive. 

And now…the irony section: 

A neon sign inside a bakery reads”Behulet shih Ethiopia kealem mahibereseb gar yalatin wodagignet tagolebitalech!” From bread point of view, our relationship with the international community has for the most part based on them giving us wheat or money to buy/produce it with. And from bread point of view, I rather we did not strengthen our cooperation with other folks.   

 The intro to “gebi” (a radio programme on tax) is/used to be?  Usher’s nice and slow. It would go “…. you know I am coming over right? ……. wear that little thing I like …..”  A bid to make tax sound romantic? 

 Gotta split! It is the idea police! 

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Friends Teregagu

I started reading poem , The following poam will be my first exercise to read carefully. who know I would be a writer like Tibe as long as I can tolerate Tile’s insults.