After 10 years of living in the United States, I returned to Addis Ababa to be the best man on my best friend's (Girma's) wedding, but only to find out there were missing things and things that mattered the most and weighed heavily on my democratized soul. Addis Ababa had changed quite a bit since I left at the age of 17. Back in my old days, the closest we came to going out on a date was to a neighborhood Shai beet. One ET birr was good enough to entertain a lady. All we needed was one SHai for me and one WOTET for her. After that, we would be on our way to heaven. Now things are different. The women are almost a different breed than the ones that came before them. Their beauty and physical attributes were both remarkable. It seemed that they no longer suffer from the typical Ethiopian characteristics of YeluGNta.
The youngsters were way a head of their games. Most of them attempt to implicate the western style of living.
On a Friday or Saturday night, I would go out to the bars and nightclubs with my oldest friends just to be amazed by the beauty of my Ethiopian sisters. The women always managed to look extremely attractive, and it was obvious that there would be some men who would continually go to such places only to satisfy their sexual desire. However, I promised myself that I would not attempt to engage in any sexual activities with any of the girls I see at these bars. The safest sex at the time was no sex at all. Period. That was my philosophy and I intended to stick to it.
One Saturday night, my friends insisted that we go to the nightclub at the Sheraton Addis. The beauty of that hotel was like no other. The service and the luxuries atmosphere added a couple of more stars to an already 5 star hotel.
As we made our entrance to the nightclub, we noticed a group of young ladies wiggling their hips and kinda checking out the crowd. Three of my friends went straight to the girls and I made my way to the bar, got me a drink and I lit a cigarette as I moved to the back of the crowd to better check out the surroundings. The place was full of beautiful women.
May I borrow a lighter? A woman’s voice in a British accent sank into my ears. It must have been the sexiest voice I have heard in years. I turned around to see if that was directed to me. Then there she was; the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever witnessed. She certainly defined everything I knew about beauty instantly.
Her nicely shaped figure and long legs caught my attention right away. She was wearing a not-so-short tight skirt and a silky top covering nothing but her breasts. Her dark olive skin astonishing. I checked her out from top to bottom with a quick glance before I answered.
I …beg your pardon? I was almost mumbling when I said that. May I borrow a lighter?… she said it again. Of course I heard her the first time too.
Sure, I replied as I was searching through my pocket. At this time, she was very close to me that I could smell her perfume. I wondered if she spoke AmaRiGNa.
You come here often? She said, as she was lighting her cigarette.
No, this is my first time. I replied, yet wondering about her seemingly appreciable full lips. She had a hypnotic effect when she spoke. Her soft and curly dark hair was getting in her way every time she spoke. She would run her fingers through her hair and curls it behind. Her head would follow the motion as she attempts to flip her hair backwards.
My name is Mekdim, I said stretching my hands for a handshake
”I am Sara”, we shook hands.
So you live here? I was saying the words as I was moving closer to her.
No, I have been here only two days. I live in London. What about you? She said, not attempting to move back as if she wanted me to get closer.
I live in Miami, I am on vacation too. I replied,
We talked for almost a half hour telling each other about life and what we had been up to since we left home. She was only 4 when she left home and this was her first trip back. She must have been in her late twenties now. She held a masters degree in accounting and is now working for an insurance company.
I offered to buy her a drink, she didn’t resist. I will get the second round she said. We had two more drinks. The night was getting hot. And the alcohol was helping to smooth the conversation.
You’re very cute, I said,
Oh thanks… you’re one sexy man yourself, she replied.
By this time my blood pressure was increasing. My body aching with a desire. I felt the sexual tension, the raw excitement of a sexual desire. Sex, only for that matter. I pictured grabbing her from her hips and aggressively pushing my lips against hers. But that only stayed as an imagination.
Wait a minute…what happened to the promise I made to myself? NO sex period. But she is not from here? Does that count? TiyaQe-be-TiyaQe my head was going nuts. Though I had began developing what I considered a quintessential sensation of a sexual desire, I began to refrain from the idea.
Music was playing…may be I should ask her for a dance, I said to myself. Yeah, that’s a great idea.
How about a dance? I stretched my hands to her…. I felt her hands grabbing mine… I was again stunned by the softness of her hands. I led to the dance floor. Meanwhile, I could feel my head getting lighter. May be it was the alcohol. Oh well, what ever it was, I didn’t care at the time. The music was kinda fast, and I hate fast music…but I danced to it anyway. I think I was enjoying her movement more than I cared what she thought about my dancing style. As soon as the music ended and the next one began, I had the courage to pull her closer and made an intention to dance a little slower. She didn’t seem to mind. Even though the rest of the dancing crowd was moving with the fast beats, we were doing the slow dancing
She had her hands wrapped around my neck and mine around her hips. Now its ON! I said to myself as if I needed a reassurance from my conscious. But my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden lip-lock of my lips against hers. Did I make the initial gesture to kiss her or did she initiate it? At the time, the question was irrelevant. If I saw her come one percent of the way to kiss me, I was ready to cover the remaining ninety nine percent. Either way, my lips found hers and we were in heaven.
I couldn’t remember the last time I kissed a girl the way I kissed her. Her moist and fully appreciable lips so malleable that I kissed her with my eyes closed and really forgetting where I was at the time. As my lips met hers, I moved her even closer. I felt her hands tight around my neck. No air in between and no time to breath. Just a long and passionate kiss. My knees went weak and my palms became sweaty. All of a sudden, the world around us just simply disappeared.
Seconds after that moment, there was no need for a word to be spoken between us. We both knew we needed to get out of there as fast as possible. I turned around leaving my right hand behind for her to grab. I led the way to the front and made our exit straight to the parking lot. She asked if I drove. Of course I drove my brother’s new BMW. The car was parked a little further to the end so it became even harder to find it.
As the longing to be all over each other fueled the passion’s flames, I got to the point where I could not wait anymore. But all that thought got broken into pieces when she suddenly pushed me against the Toyota 4 Runner that was parked in the middle of the parking lot and locked her lips against mine. I was again stunned by
her aggressive move and yet to my surprise, her lips tasted even better and sweeter. I quickly turned her around and did my portion of the slamming. As I turned her around, she dropped her purse on the ground and quickly raised her hands against the back window of the 4 Runner and locked them together. I felt her breathing for desire and as she inhales, she would rise up from her chest and her breasts would swell up. Her sweaty face and sweaty chest, all combined with her soft and malleable lips, drove me to that edge where I had to have her right there and then.
Slowly my right hand made its way down her waist and to the thigh and inside her mini skirt. Then I moved my hands upward feeling each and every inch of her buttock until I reached up to her panties. Of course she was wearing a thong. I didn’t bother to take it off as there was no time to do that. Then suddenly I felt her hands unbuckling my belts and before I knew it, my pants were right down to my ankle and her left leg wrapped around my waist. And immediately following that, I felt her hands moving inside my boxers as I was literally tearing her thong into pieces.
Wait, I said and quickly searched through my right pocket and grabbed what I felt was a condom. My subconscious thanked Girma for slipping a few pieces of condoms in my pocket the other day just as a pre-caution. I quickly took the condom out of the sack and slipped it in.
Now passion’s flame took its course and everything in us bursts with the excitement of SEX. At that moment, all I heard was her mourning and my heart jumping with the beat. I craved every inch of her, and wanted to touch and taste every part of her body.
I am now consumed by her, and my body suddenly set on fire.
So we were lost in each other touching, tasting, and exploring while body was crying for more of one another and each other’s soul touched with that moment’s passion. I could feel her body shivering with excitement as she got lost in my hands and gave herself up to me completely. Suddenly her body became so stiff as she mourned even louder than ever and with all the power she processed, she had me squeezed. Then we were one. I felt the need to squeeze her bottom even harder and pushed everything I am in her. Suddenly I too felt my legs getting weaker and my body doing …”I don’t’ know what”…
And then there is was. After a long yet unforgettable passionate moment, the mind was right back to its original state. I pulled up my pants and she her panties. We both breathing hard as hell, I kissed her softly and she gracefully returned the favor. I looked at my watch, while she straightened out her hair and picked up her purse. She took out a hand mirror and fixed up her eyebrows and her lips. I kissed her softly and smiled.
The night was young, I offered if she would like to get out of there and get a bite of the rest of what the city has to offer. She didn’t refuse. She made a call to her friends who she left in the club and there we went off. We checked out a few places in town and in between every stop at the traffic lights and at every parking lot of a night club, we would kiss. It was obvious that we still didn’t have enough of each other and we wanted the night to go on so we can taste each other again once more.
As the night progresses and morning took its turn, I suggested the idea of spending the night together. She fully supported the idea and we headed back to the Sheraton Addis to get a room. There were plenty of rooms available at the Sheraton Addis. Being the gentleman that I am, I certainly took charge and secured a room. paid cash up front. It was mighty expensive for Addis but totally worth the experience.
The room was elegant and sophisticated. I quickly glanced around and paid my admiration right away.
Now here I am in one of the most luxuries hotels in the world and with very sexy, beautiful and highly sophisticated girl that everything seemed unreal.But who cared, I was ready for a second round. So the idea of jumping in shower together was something that didn't need justification. The shower dripping our bodies wet as we caressed and tasted each other once again. The softness of her body was astonishing. Every part of her body I touch, I embrace.
The second time around was even better. Our bodies were both steamy and fully connected.
After we got out of the shower, we lay down on the bed with my waist covered with a towel and hers not covered at all. She laid her head on my chest and my hands went around to support that gesture. Occasionally, she would rub my chest and quickly compliment the broadness of it.
You must work out everyday, she said.
I do okay.
Well, you’re body is yummy, she said it with a beautiful accent. I turned her towards me and gave her a soft kiss. That was my way of saying, “thanks for noticing my guns”
We both wanted the night to go on. But the comfort of each other’s company was strong enough to put us both to sleep. And next thing we know, the housekeeper was knocking on our door, telling us it was time to leave.
I looked at my watch, it was 11 AM, she looked at hers and quickly jumped out of bed and started putting her clothe on. At the time I was confused and asked if everything was okay. She said she was supposed to meet a very close family member of hers at the Bole International Airport. And that she was already 15 minutes late. I believed her somehow; I got up as quick as I can myself and offered to drive her to the airport. She refused right away. She insisted that I stay behind and that she could take a cab to the airport. I noticed something was up but left it alone anyway.
We kissed, exchanged phone numbers and then she was off.
I lay back to bed for an extra five more minutes thinking what had surpassed the night before. Was that just a one-night stand? I asked myself. She couldn’t possibly be a prostitute. Questions were bouncing in my head from left to right when suddenly my cell phone rang and interrupted me from crazy thought. It was Sara, she apologized for rushing to leave like that and said that that night was a night she couldn’t forget and that she couldn’t wait until she sees me again. I felt a sense of pride, and was reassured again. We made an appointment to see each other again at 7 pm in the evening at a local bar in Piazza and we hanged up the phone.
I left the hotel at exactly 11:30 am and headed straight home. The city of Addis Ababa was crowded as usual. Cars rushing to get in front of one another, and people yelling at the taxis that almost hit them. The town was as crazy as it always was. I drove through the Filwoha area through Kazanchis made a right turn at the church of Urael and headed down to the Meskel Square. I wanted to stop by and get a cup of coffee at least, as I pulled over at a small coffee shop my cell phone rang again.
It was Girma. Oh shit! I completely forgot about Girma. I was supposed to meet him and his fiancé for lunch at Lalibela Restaurant. Though I never really met his fiancé in person, I heard she was adorable. So I closed the door and told the waiter I didn’t need anything anymore, gave him 5 Et birr for his trouble and rushed to get to my appointment on time. Girma was calling to tell me he would be late a few more minutes. It was okay, because I could have my coffee at Lalibela restaurant.
I got to the restaurant at exactly 12:00 PM. Girma and his fiancé didn’t make it there yet. So I went straight to the sofa chairs by the window and called one of the waiters and asked to get a cup of coffee. Occasionally I would look through the window and find myself gazing in mid air. And sometimes, I would be smiling when I remember some of the things I said or S
ara said the night before.
"isn't she amazing?" I asked myself. And then suddenly, every part of my body from my feet to my brain froze instantly. My eyes wide open and my body trembling in fear. I tried to get up to get a closer look at what my eyes are witnessing at that very moment. My brain sends the message telling my body to get up but my body wouldn’t allow it. I felt like I was just hit by something awkwardly big. There he is, Girma and his fiancé “Sara”. It all suddenly got rewind back to the very first moment I saw her at the club in Sheraton Addis. The love making scene, the hotel shower, and the morning rush to get to somewhere. It all just hit me right in between my eyes. Ohhhhh shhhiiiiit! was all that could come out of my mouth.
They both made their way in. I wanted to hide, and disappear, but I couldn’t as he already saw me looking stupid.
There he is, he said.
She looked to her left, and of course, there I was. Our eyes locked, she stopped right there where she was, looking like she had just seen a ghost. Her face suddenly turned blue.
Are you okay babe, Girma insisted.
Yeah I am fine, it must be the breakfast I just had, she said. Rubbing her stomach as if she just experienced a cramp.
Girma and I hugged, he introduced her to me as Sara. I couldn’t tell if I felt stupid or glad to know her name was really Sara.
Nice to meet you I said and extended my hands,
Glad to meet you too, she said. Sort of squeezing my hands tighter. Somehow I got the message she was trying to send.
I looked at him (he is very excited to see me), and I looked at her (highly disturbed to see me). I didn’t know whether it was the fact that Girma was my very best childhood friend, or that I just spent an unforgettable night with a beautiful woman who now happens to be my best friends fiancé or if I was just jealous that somebody else had his share of that moment with that beautiful woman I spent the night with.
What ever it was, it certainly was making me ill. And I couldn’t stand to be there for one more minute…
CONTINUED
Then your alarm went off, and you woke up to find your bed wet, right?
Chelema, tell me you are joking please……
Oh my oh my…..what a story, and a story telling skill….Damn….
Can I see what you look like Chelema…everything about you is….
^lol
Now this is insane. Damn man! SOME women are just scandalous. Shit like this would never cross your mind …that you’re actually screwing your hommie’s girl-it’s unreal. Who is it to blame? the alcohol? “Sara”? She didn’t you would be her man’s best friend either. ..But she faced the uncertain. Her infidelity caught up to her. You’re just another man fell for love at 1st sight.
Chelema ~
Fascinating story and excellent story telling & writting skillz bro… If this scenario was real, I’d say you both need to kick the slut to the curb… But I can’t help wondering why the hell your boy is at the Sheraton checking out other girls while his fiancé is at the bar in the same hotel asking for a cigarette lighter and getting drunk with a strange guy? I’d think they would have arranged to meet at the Sheraton that night, considering that they were both there. But even if they didn’t plan it, how did she have manage to dance, make out, and entertain you all night at the same place without your boy running into y’all.
And the sex scene? Very nice; I’d definitely considering sending it to Maxim ?
Keep it commin’ man, I’m enjoyin’ it..
ha aha haha this is by far the most entertaining article I have read in a long while…
I for one beleive that this is a TRUE story… because there is no way anyone could life in such detail…
secondly… the girl is not slutty, she just wanted to do something exciting before the doors to infidelity were locked… a bachelor party of sorts! assuming ofcource chelema chelema is something exciting…
yes I agree excellent story telling…
I hope you didn’t use their real name…. cuz next time I meet a girma and sara couple I might be apt to ask….may I test the waters as well?
Nebiyu, can you do me a favour please ? When Chelema comes to Denver, can you take his picture and send it to me. I really want to see what he looks like. I have this image of him in my head. Crazy,open minded, funny, cool, cute, knows what he wants…….Yummy Yummy………
oh sorry, I forgot to add Smart
Chelema,
I just wanna add one more thing. Hey man this song came to my mind while lookin at the bolg under your little story here, “The Art of story tellin, Part II’” by Outkast and Slick Rick. Funny the song itself has a lot of similarities to your story. ENJOY!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKMpzw4J6F8
Please tell me it is not true!!
You are a very good story teller, I was “HOT” reading your story. I can’t wait to read the rest of the story.
Cece – If he is all that, you ain’t gonna have a chance cuz there’s a lot of single girls out here.. haha… just kiddin’ I’ll send you a hand painted picture of him..
Who cares if this is true or not… it was entertaining as hell!
Uncle B – LOL..
I agree with you Samuna
whut’d look like Neb? Get at me later on papa. I’m off at 5:30ish.
B
Nolawi.. I say the doors to infidelity should have been locked when she accepted the ring and said YES…
B -
Its thursday man – what’d look like to you? lol.. Hey, my ol’ boy from Boulder is in town back from London, I’m gonna meet up with him later on tonight.. we’re gonna meet somewhere downtown… I’ll call and check up on you later on after work.. I’m done around 5:30ish too..
ROTFLMAO… very entertaining chelema. I see it’s a series, you got an R Kelly “Trapped In The Closet” thing going on. I hope things get more outrageous in the follow ups.
For your reference, Chapters 1-13 of R Kelly trapped in the closet.
Good one chelema!All are the same man! Let alone fiancé, even the married one’s, with 3 kids who goes to church 3X a week play you like that.
Good story.
Ah Ha! I knew this would make some men aroused and some women going “Oohhhh Weeeeeee” For the question, is it true? I will let you all battle it out with yourselves first. But wait ’till you see the second part. It will make you go “what-the-Fuck!, this-guy-is-insane! But then again, I have recently been found clinically insane.
Just so you know, I had the full version of this article posted at one of my website (not there anymore). If you want to get the full version of part I and part II, send your email address. Nolawi, thanks for the post.
When are you going to post the II one? I know they are going to hit?…
Chelema,
This story sounds like one of the Penthouse forum letter. You know the ones that always go “I thought this would never happen to me ….. my two big breasted, blond neighbors … menage-a-trois….etc, etc, etc, …..” I must admit it is entertaining though.
kiki- I know what you are talking about. Just like
“What Gets Longer when Pulled, Fits between your
Tists, inserts Neatly in a hole & Works Best when Jerked? sicko it is a Seatbelt.” type of thing.
Abait weshet… but I have to admit… love those kinds of dreams they are the BEST
Chelema, you gots some talent guy, an extraordinary imagination… did I read somewhere that you were involved in some movie production of sorts? If so, consider scripting… cause you are that good!
Kiki and TaTa – Maybe the first Abesha XXXX rated movie will be written by Chelema? I won’t be watching it as it’s against my religious beliefs (good girls don’t watch those types of movies) but I’m sure you guys will be lined up
Nolwai, you need to block communication on this blog during business hours… I NEED TO WORK but this blog keeps pulling me in!!! I need intervention – somebody HELP, please!
Shanti lol…Even though I some times don’t have anything to say, ‘am getting hooked with Bernos.
Besides that, in all seriousness, it is not a dream babi, Chelema’s story might be fictitious, but it’s happening on daily basis. When I was a kid, I used
To hear it when my familes/relatives gossiping about marriage, cheating, divorce or
Getting busted by the husband/wife. But nowadays, it happened few times on me and hear it from my friends ,all the time .
So, wake up and think out side the box, IT IS REALITY, people mess around a lot
Beyond your imagination, whatever the circumstance is. You might find very small % of honest relationship…religious????? Those are the worst ones because they have the cover up…may be you haven’t you follow up the news lately, see how many, politicians, pastors get busted molesting let alone cheating…
Peace!
Tataye, weyne… anchi demo, menew… you think I am that naive? Sweetie, I was just kidding… America eko new yemenorew, I know there are cheaters and scandalous people in the world. I was only saying Chelema’s imagination was getting him carried away
Now, as for me thinking outside the box thing.. I have to admit, I did not get that? Are you suggesting I learn to accept cheating as the norm in our society or was it that you wanted me to realize its presence? I really didn’t get that one, sorry!
Anywayz, its all good hon… I have love for you and those that don’t get my silly jokes… no matter what, eshi!
At least, we see eye to eye with this addiction… there we have something in common
Shanteyee, nefsee…(BTW, am not she, unless your fliting with me/trying to eat my intestine)Anyways, i’m just saying that stories like Chelema exists in reall world. As long as we are on the same page…’am cool.
Peace!
it’s funny … outkast’s “bombs over baghdad” was playing as i read this …
… i giggled everytime the chorus came on:
don’t pull your thang out unless you plan to bang
bombs over baghdaaaad, yeah
don’t even bang unless you plan to hit somethang
bombs over baghdaaaad
Nebyu
good calculation bro!…..Chelema forgot that they were all at Sheraton!
Chelema, what a talent! I said to myself, am sure this guy would be a good cheater (can cheat and get away with it by making up stories like that!) But I must say was very entertaining. Let me speculate….you made sure you had at least a second night with ‘Sara’…right?
And I like the fact u didn’t make your portion small..lol! “you must work out….your body is yummy!”…hahahhahhahha…nice one!
Wudnesh and Nebyu-
He did not go out with Girma to Sheraton. He went out with his oldest friends.
Wudnesh, you asked a very good question. I guess we’ll have to find out on part II. But here is a glimps…it happened somewhere in piazza…
of course they are going to hit it off. Ohhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuu playa playa…
hahahaha.
this is all too funny.
It’s hard to accept it as reality. If the dance foor of the Sheraton had a huge habesha crowd around how did u two manage to kiss with passion. A huge Habesha crowd would have laughed at u two kissing in public. They would find it weird if two lover even dirty dance or something.
The love making at the parking lot i just can’t imagine. I mean how did u two make love? U say it was in the parking lot. But was it inside a car? You didn’t mention exactly where it happened. All that was said was we start kissing in parking lot then we riped our cloths off. Then u search for condom from the car and quickly did it. I am just confused a bit. Did u go to the car to get the condom and then made love in the middle of the parking lot. If so how? on the asphalt or on the air. Why didn’t u go inside the car. I am just confused on that part.
I wish you two made love in the hotel. I don’t know why u didn’t inside a fancy place. All u two did was just take a shower and kiss and Hug. U didn’t mention if u two made love there. Why not make love in the hotel i mean u paid so much money not only that i imagine it must also be romantic place. Maybe i’m weird but for me if i go to a fancy hotel it’s with a goal of hot love making sessions without interuptions. All u do is put up a DO not disturb sign. No family member around and s**t with all cell phones turned off. I Loved the story but i just wish u two made hot love inside the shower.
Mimiye(nebse), I guess you haven’t really read the story…you asked where the condom came from… here is a paragraph you may have missed…
About the hotel…here is your answer. A famous writer once told me, do not overload your readers. you were supposed to read between the lines here…
But I am glad you liked it. keep reading.
Thanks Chelema on that condom answer. Great u used one.
I was busy anticipating the actual deed of sex to focus on the location of the condom all I noticed was u getting one in your hands.
I hope the story is true except the last part which i wish 2 be false coz it’s nasty. The ppl at the hotel will have a video of u 2 in their servillence records coz every public place has Cameras.
U say i need 2 read between the line to find out if u 2 had sex in the hotel. I guess it’s the sentence ” the second time was even better”.So it’s same as the parking lot S**it but better. How much better? Come on . The second time doing what? SEx, kissing, hugging, or Everything? I guess it’s all. i wish it was more explicit.
kiki – my sentiments exactly. Quite entertaining…
hmmm…nice story chelema…i can’t say it can’t be tru cuz i heard some similar like this but involved married husband….and the women to be hookers. ene yemilew.…current generation of yabesha setoch insanely gorgeous…especially the one who live back home…like never seen before. ofcourse some take of advantage of their beauty and they went to mamalel wasapochin hula ….
…i got a lot of remider and warning from friends and families when i went back home recently like tetenQeq ante lig…yezaren zetoch ehmm….
cant wait to read the end of this story though…
Chelema: You truly live by your name! LOL
Well your story is a hard one… The story you wrote, I’m sure Girma’s wounds are still very fresh. Don’t think they will ever be healed .. I was married for 2 years to a women that I trusted with my life and would have bet my life that cheating was the one thing she wasn’t capable of.. but here goes little did i know the last 2 months of our marriage he was sleeping with my wife, who I thought was my best friend he and I did everything together and so did his wife and mine.. He was at my house everyday we shared every meal together and our two youngest children were best friends.. if only I had know the truth.. I had open heart surgery 1 years ago and guess who slept in my bed the same night …when i found out I kicked my wife out took everything and set out to destroy her .. guess what I did for 33 days after our divorce was final? I took care of his wife and kidds after “My Best friend” passed away from a stroke… Karma is a bitch “Chelema” You better becareful!
Marena
Oh my God….there is a long post and there is Chelema’s post…isn’t there some kinda limit?
atleast you did capture our attention line by line
Marena…what a sad story, i hope you are ok now
Chelema… after reading M&W’s comments… I suddenly had this vision of you singing…
only difference is that it wasn’t to your girl but to your boy, Girma!!!
celebratelife —–WHERE R U? there is no celebration with out you. We miss you
Marena
with your story, and Chelema’s true/fictious story (iwnetim Chelema!:)) one wonders if there’s true trust in marriage. In my life, there was only one guy whom I trusted with my last breath. I always said that even if I were to find a naked woman next to him in bed, I would bet my life there must be another explanation than ‘having sex’. And thankfully, I never regretted trusting him…
I hope the story is fictitious, because what happened is kind of wreckless when you think about it. Going for a roll in the sack with a person you just met in Ethiopia could be like the kiss of death, with the Aids rate as high as it is.
Very entertaining story … also very interesting to see how many of us are wanting this to be untrue we are digging into the story to find any inconsistency. Is this classic denial or what?
Anyway, if I am to speculate as to the ending; if Sara is as bold and frank as the story portrayed her she will face up to either Girma or Mekdim, declare where her true love is and move on. Sounds easy don’t it?
Chelema,
You are awesome!!!! I love it! Did any one mention that you should write a book or a column? You manage to write it with out explicit use of some terms. I was absorbed the whole time! Bloody, Brilliant:)
Except for some typo and grammatical hiccups here and there, the story is fantastic.
But I don’t think it is true.
actually according to Nolawi, it’s Girma’s fault. Shame on Girma for not giving it to his fiance the night before as a precursor of whats to come in the decades ahead.
shame on Girma for not knowing that role-playing would have saved him from sharing his fiance to ‘darkness’.
now about this Sara, does she do outcalls?
hah aha aha ha hahah aha ha
that is so funny… if there was anyone more funny than toothpick that I know … its Nahom… I assume this is the nahom I know!
“outcalls,” nahom?
lol
someone’s been browsing through craigslist
It is just amazing to me that some ppl are labeling Sara as a slut. Don’t guys cheat on their girlfriend’s, fiancé’s and wife’s just because they needed to satisfy their physical urge. Sara did the same thing. So kudos to her!! it just sucks that the guy she was physically attracted to ended up being her fiancé’s best friend… oh well shit happens…
This is not real story. I know that the end of the story will say it was just a fiction. I know it’s fiction because how in the world did two people get romantic in public in Ethiopia? Habeshas don’t even do it here let alone in Ethiopia. Nice story , but i wish it had more steamy sex parts. It was kind of weird coz i don’t know any habesha women who would act that way around Habesha dudes. Come on the part about admiring his body was kind of weird. I just never heard any Ethio lady who is into admiring a body. Maybe MR Sara is weird habesha from the UK. This Sara lady is not a real habesha. She is weird coz how in the world did she get romantic in Addis in front of all the huge habesha crowd. I mean that’s impossible. The crowd would have gone wild about it.
Everything is not real. There is no way anybody can get freaky in Public in Ethiopia without being the joke of town for many years to come. It’s a good fantacy story. But totally unreal in Ethiopia. Come On…
sara nega
sara dessalegn
sara tessema
sara eskedar taye
sara dubale
sara abebe
sara bekele
which one? lol.
Man what a story!
I was completely consumed by it. Good job. I can’t wait to read more from you.
I’d like to learn how I can implicate the western style of living.
“Aye there is the rub”
what is the question?
IS SARA A SLUT OR NOT?
Toothpickkkkk
u r cracking me up! add to your list…Sara Bogale, Sara werkneh, Sara Wudneh, Sara Tefera, Sara…..goes on!
She is a s… but no more than he is! Did he care to ask if she was seeing anyone?…he didn’t want to know..he didn’t care! he didn’t want to take time to know her…he just wanted her body. Hey, they were made for each other
Nolawi
u ask is Sara a slut or not? I am so sick that society judges us badly for doing what men do. I don’t follow what society tells me to behave as a women anymore. While i was living the traditional role of a woman i felt like i was slowly dying. The pressures of always aspiring to be perfect was just almost driving me insane. Somehow i woke up one day and realized Society is just wrong for judging women for what they do in the bedroom instead of who they are. It’s time for society to judge women for their personality and mind than what’s between their legs.
Growing up my parents always pressuring me to be perfect pure woman. I thought that was normal and accepted it for years. But I noticed they didn’t pressure my brothers. They didn’t even notice when they went out partying all night. If i went out just for a day my phone will be called nonstop. Asking me ” Dehna nesh ergitegna nesh”? Are you safe?
Men want that pure woman to marry. Then they better present themselves on that level as well.
Man libel?
Back when I still lived in Addis, my girls and I used to talk about everything. I mean every detail of a kiss, what lead to the kiss, the physical and facial gestures right before the final destination. The techniques used, the exchange of sounds during, and the after math caress and cuddling.
We knew how, when, why and to whom we lost our “Jewels” as mom described it. One of my friend /Beti/ was dating a much older guy who refused to call her on weekdays. However, their sex life was a trip to paradise as “she used to say”. Every Saturday morning, we used to paint each other’s nails, get our hair done and she’ll be off to her date around 2pm. It was so predictable I can still remember every detail of their encounter. He always came on time in his Toyota and scooped her off to Paradise. He also dropped her off around 7pm every time.
They’d go to the Airport Motel and start out with a late lunch. He would have his usual Giourgius bira and she, A Sprite. After heading to their room, they’ll order a macchiato. Of course Betiye isn’t even allowed to drink Buna at home. He’d slowly start to kiss her fondling with her plump breasts. They’ll continue to kiss slowly shading their garments. She’ll be left only in her panties and he, in his tight briefs. HE then takes off her panties and throws it on the bedside lamp /yeah, rasgae mebrat/. He managed to throw it right on top of the light most of the time. If he didn’t, he’d get up to do it all over again.
After, the trip to paradise resumes without interruptions repeatedly until exhaustion. I always thought he enjoyed dunking the panties into the Rasgae Mebrat than the SEX. This took place for months before I finally convinced Betiye that there was something fishy about his promptness and call restrictions.
He once gave her a phone number in case of emergency, I suggesed we use it. she said “ende anchi demo esu le emergerncy bicha new”. On a windy Tuesday evening, we dialed the numbers at last. The phone rang just twice, and a female answered…
Helew!
Helew “alech Betiye”
Man libel?
Ayee Samin feligae neber.
Sami yelem ahun.
Not knowing what else to say, Betiye suddenly asked
Man libel?
Oh, Ene Balebetu negn!
Harsh reality made my friend think she’ll never visit Paradise again. She is now happily married with a gorgeous newly born.
this is a great read, I wouldn’t be surprised if this is a true story, any thing can happen in that City. And I kind of like the spontaneous and adventurous nature of the girl!
Toothpick, Add this to your list.
Sara Wodeke
Sara Zenebe
Sara Teshome
Sarar Taterre
etc…
Story, I think you hit it on your post #61. That’s exactly what I am talking about. I feel the pain of my sisters for having to try so hard. My little sister was given a bit of a harsh talk when she started dating an African American. My comment to her was, “When are you bringing this dude over? So I can school him a thing or two about Ethiopian women and then we’ll go out and get drunk.” what I meant by that was of course, its okay with me. So I see your point. Again, wait ’till you see the second part of this story. It will blow you away.
I think Chelema is in completion with DawitK for the ladies attention. I also think he has been successful.
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Mimi, you’re right girl! Let alone kissing in public, most of them want the lights off in their alga. Parking lot? Whatever…
Chelema, post the II one man, and let me see how you going to wake up of your bed.
Chelema
abezahew..ishi? min timuazezaleh?…just post the second part bro!
tata…yezare ethio lijoch changed much…i dont know …may be the culture is changing or something…..last time i was passing by in minibus taxi around 9pm, i saw this girl and a dude kissing passionately standing on side walk infront of commerce college(addis ababa) and they didn’t care if anybody see them…..yeah sometimes things get crazier back home than here …
I don’t know who told everyone that kissing in public is forbiden amongst abeshoch. I used to kiss in public 10-12 years ago in Addis,yeah lip locked, french kiss so did many of my friends. I personally think Abesha people in the U.S are overly conservative than the ones in ET.
First time I visted DC, we went to…I think it was bravo broavo…or some place. I was just being me, and doing my liberal Californian move. I was told to quickly to quit it. Abeshoch in DC don’t dance that way lecture follwed right after.
I was just back home 5 months ago and got a chance to party few times. The girls were freaking, dancing closer and some were even making out right on the dance floor.
Oh yeah, I wanted to add something on the burner. My ex-who lived most of his life in France told me he had the “ménage à trois” experience. Eager to hear about the hot French chics, I asked with who & where. It happened right in Addis. Yagere ligoch, don’t be fooled with an old tale that Ethiopians don’t do this and that.
CHELEMA I SEE.. WHEN WE RECRUITED YOU WE HAD NO IDEA! YOU WOULD COME OUT WITH A BANG OF AN ARTICLE!
I have to say I am impressed with the article. the style of writing… seriously you are meant to be screenwriter… I am serious…
personally I don’t care if its true or not… its an amzing story! good job thumbs up!
Kokebina, you’re absolutely right. People that live outside of Ethiopia think they got it all but they have no idea. I think I probably said this before but I am gonna say it again…
Oh by the way, about the making out in public thing, shit! I used to jerk-off at the age of 7 (after consuming a lot of OchOliNO)
Ocholino,,ha
Is that shit true? does it work? I see so many Ethiopians eating Chat with that. Heck, I did it when I was just home few months ago.
i felt like i was reading a harlequin novel of some sort.
Wait a sec, gen sewu ye’fiancee photo le best friend, ye best friend endihum best man photo le fiancee before hand ayasayem malet new?
Correct me if I’m wrong Chelema or anyone else, but isn’t called “Ocholoni”????
Myabe that’s what they call it Ye-Bole Lijoche!! LOL
Yes, It’s true it increased your sperm count… Like you need it, I can’t beleive out of million sperms ONLY one is a winner!?
M&W
Chelema
beTam deberk ishi! how long do we have to wait for the second part? I keep coming back just to check if u have posted it (mind u, I have exams this week….and need to study!) Hey, if I don’t c it next time I come back, say your goodbyes before departing for Colorado…I’ll make sure your body is left to freeze on the rocky mountains.
wudikua, hode! I have the article waiting beteTenQeQ There is a line for posting articles here. Besides, the second part has a lot of contents that may not be suitable for children. So I have to cut/edit, you know…ChifCheFa. But I am honored you came back for more. So I will get it out right away.
I kno this might sound a lil wacky, but can I have her number? Sara’s number, that is!
Chelema
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ok yene konjo(ifoyyy…chelema hod wusT mezefzef
I’m gonna start saying…Chelema style…to describe every freaky situation from this point forward. Word is spreading my friend it’s spreading and possibly ruining relationships.
Uninhibited? Promiscuous? Maybe just an intsy bitsy, little bitsy, wissy bitsy bit. You’re the official pimp daddy of Bernos, the virtual ladies man, bad boy for life. Oh my goodness Chelema let me catch my breath. Now I know why and how you got groupies in every state. Damn talk about a story even if it’s not true, I repeat damn talk about a story. At first I thought this is a long one (article that is) but when it ended I screamed no, no, no this cannot end so soon this damn article is wayyyy too short. Now where the heck is the sequel? I’ll join wudnesh and after she’s done freezing your azz in the Rocky Mountains I’ll drag you barely breathing body to Cali and make sure you get a good azz whoopin unless we get the rest like yesterday. No sleeping, eating, or smiling until you finish editing, cutting whatever else you have to do to get it posted.
I know you travel a lot so I take it you’re a platinum level mile high club member?
I do want to thank you for showing some Ethio girlies who date AA men, for all the wrong reasons, Ethio men can represent.
But seriously getin played is a bitch, been there brother by the one man I loved with every inch of my being and would’ve done anything for him short of dying. Now he’s still begging and I’m still telling him to go to hell. Love is crazy but infidelity sucks!
Chelema, while u r @ it, can you delete yourself! I think u r enjoying “seff maletean”
Hmmmm..well I see you are a fan of daytime soap operas
Chelema,
I am now regreting the day I hold back and played the gent. Kesua gar adrE sinega l’mut yemibalelaten lij kemekina maqomiaw iske sponje frashu dres stkomekum qoyteh al amoudin yeseraw genet wusT tenfelaseh kezia behuala hulum neger T’nqer lemn aylem. YiblaN le Girma !!! Unless to prove Clebrate’s point “infidelity sucks” the sequel is not needed. I remember reading similar kind of stories in magazines called true confessions quite sometime ago in Addis at my cousins (who was a stewardess then) flat.
By the way smooching in public was there in Ethiopia long before I left, which is more than 20 years ago. Done that, seen people do that, no voyeurism needed. we are not that shy people, our folk songs were prurient way before Mary Armde and the Tutuye girl got them recorded.
Hats off to Chelema, although it’s waaaaay past my Harlequin reading Days…Shyt!you can now start the Abesha line of Harlequins.
Toothpick, loved the Sara conjugations…if ever you leave the world of graphix, you sure will give Chris Rock a run for his living.
Wudnesh, I think you should demand, customer’s discount for your loyality to the sequel
Zgent, now that was a comment n’half, loved how it was in its ‘Neker’ state and nothing is lost in translation;)
I’m with Nolawi on this one, I really don’t care whether it is real or not but is one heck of a read and entertainment.
and i second everyone who said that Chelema, you should go into scripting , quite a read indeed! take on toothpick and you got yourself another Bestseller Comedy.
Chelema, I can’t believe this story crossed my mind during a presentation for a class last evening. I must be truly bored; I seriously need to quit logging in here on a daily basis. Anyway, here are some guesses about the sequel:
1) You find out that she is indeed your ½ sister?
2) Condom broke and now she is having your baby?
3) Girma finds out about it and requests to have you join them – ménage à trois?
4) She is a gold digger and wants to marry Girma only for his money but you for your “yummy body”
5) She gets married, they seem happy with their two little angels… you are so miserable without her that you decide to end your life!
OK… before we all start making up our own sequel… its time to post your version!!!
*looks out window nervously*
*checks for suspiciou characters*
err … *ahem* … rahwina … how do you know what i do?
*looks out window nervously*
*checks for suspicious characters*
err … *ahem* … rahwina … how do you know what i do?
Hey Toothpick, relax, I realized it was a small world when I knew who you were too but not to worry, it just seems we have too many mutual friends. But I’m pretty serious on that Comedy Bestseller….I’ll give a pledge to buy a copy
hmm part two will be posted tomorrow..
i already read it! ha ahah a h
Toothpick
I was wondering where I knew you from. Can’t believe I din’t recognise you….must be your hair do. Let alone be this funny, I didn’t even know u spoke much…I always thought u were quiet. Lol! u have a fan!
Chelema,
This is just your filthy fantasy good for nothing. You obviously have too much time.
^^N we thank sceince for that!
u don’t need to post it i KNOW THE END both of you got HIV…u better go to BALCHA
Shanti may I add this:
“Be aganent gibregebnet, aganent yemeCHereshawen CHelema sigonatsefu yetsedqen triyt yasayalu alu” this was said by Iago in Othello. t’rgum blatengeta Tsegaye Gebremedhin.
If Chelema lives to his reputation, that is exactly I expect from the sequel. Now the script is already in Nolawi’s hand there is no purpose in adding more scenarios.
Ah, tomorrow never comes! I will, while waiting, envison the love scene performed by one of the beauties that adorn the ET cinema (Meseret Mebrate or one of the girls in Hiwot) out shining Halle Berry’s, Sharon Stone’s or the Bassinger lady’s performance.
Shantikua… thanks for the inspiration. I hope you didn’t start your presentation already in sweat. I guess tomorrow we’ll all find out ha?
Shurab, you sound a little mad at the article. Don’t hate the playa. I am trying to live.
Chelema
ok ok, we c how u do it ! We’ll have another count down before the New Year!
here we go….hours, min, Sec. before Chelema’s story is posted:
12 hrs, 03 min, 37 sec
12 hrs, o3 min, 36 sec
12 hrs, 03 min, 35 sec
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Debari!
it will be there before at 11 am eastern time! good night!
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Ok…. so i read the story in its entirety and i must say
> that you have a lot of talent. The way that you use
> descriptive
> details to explain the situation really takes the reader through
> this
> bizarre yet intriguing tangle of betrayal. It was long yet it kept
> me
> yearning to read for more details.
> As for the overall plot i think that the story of deception has
> been told
> once before in American love novels however the twist at the end
> makes it
> unique in its own right. With regards to the title love at first
> site I’m
> not sure if that’s quite befitting. How can she love him if she
> barely even
> knows him? And more importantly how can we trust her judgment of
> what love
> is when she betrayed the man she was engaged to be married to. But
> here is
> my question who in the world made up this notion of love at first
> site? Can
> you really love someone from site alone? HMMMMMMMMMMMMM a
> philisophical
> thought to ponder.
>
> Lines that i loved from the story because i’m an English major geek.
> ” The comfort of each others company was strong enough to put us
> both to
> sleep”.
> ” Every part of her body I touch, I embrace.”