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When I arrived at home that afternoon, I immediately jumped in the shower and soaked myself with cold water for almost 20 minutes. Though I had been shook up and very disturbed with the coincidence that took place just a few hours ago, I couldn't help but to think of Sara and the unforgettable moment we shared together the night before. But then suddenly my good conscience would take its turn and that I would find it hard to look at myself in the mirror without the pitiful QuAQ-iNTif kind of "TiZiBT".
"I had sex with my best friend's fiancé so what?" I said to the man in the mirror who was starring at me with disgust. And you damn right it was a good sex. Probably the best kind I ever had, I added.
"You are in deep shit you know that?" He replied, but this time with a heavier and scary tone of voice.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now ha? I can't go back in time and fix what happened the night before. I would if I could, but I can't. So just leave me the fuck alone, will ya?"
"I suggest you tell Girma the truth. He may not find it in his heart to forgive you, but at least you wouldn't be dishonest. After all, it wasn't really your fault. Had you known she was his fiancé, you wouldn't have done what you did. Or would you? So it was an honest mistake".
The man in the mirror suddenly managed to become a friend with some very good advice.
"But how?" I asked the so-called friend in the mirror.
"Well I don't know buddy. You're just going to have to figure that out for yourself".
And then suddenly I hated him for being right. But my immediate reaction was one of annoyance that I would have to admit the fact that I just simply can not hide behind this secret for any longer and that I would have to tell Girma the truth right away. But then my irritation was quickly swamped by the fact that I had made an appointment with Sara at 7 PM that night, and that a larger part of me wanted to see her again.
‘May be I should talk to her first and see how she's planning to handle this". Though that was also the right thing to do, it scared me a little because deep inside, I knew that was just another excuse to see her again.
It was almost 5 pm. But I wanted to get a head start and perhaps hang out at one of the local cafés in piazza overlooking the bar to which we were supposed to meet. That way I could watch to see if she is actually coming, and that I wouldn't lose any grounds for being a major contributor to this infidelity. But then of course I would have liked her company that night.
It was a one hour drive from my house to piazza. As I drove along the local streets, my mind kept drifting back to last night's passionate moment, where I discovered the difference between a sex life that's fine… and one that's on fire. The images were clear, and so was the gazing lustily into each other's eye.
At around 6:50 PM, a small cab pulled to the front of the bar, and a slim and long legged woman came out wearing a long sleeved white shirt tucked into a dark-brown skirt. Very professional looking yet with a great sex appeal. As soon as she exited the vehicle, she began walking towards the bar. I was glad to see her again.
"Man that girl is stunning!" I must have said that a little louder, ‘cause some of the people sitting at a table next to me suddenly rolled their eyes towards me. I smiled back at them and walked out of the café and headed straight to the bar.
Sara was sitting at one of the corner tables in a dim-light. The place was unusually structured for romantic moments, and that almost 90% of the customers came as couples. I sat in front of her. She looked very calm in a sense that this particular moment didn't intimidate her in the slightest. She looked as crisp and polished in manner as she was in appearance. That gesture disturbed me even more, and that it plugged even more guilty pleasures in my thoughts.
Her present state of mind must have been a product of the fact that she and Girma probably had some falling-outs in the past and perhaps she was on the verge of canceling the wedding. But then again, that was just what my head was trying to make out of this awkward situation. Now she's given something else the opportunity to break the vicious circle of trust.
I wanted to slap her for being so calm and so collected. But "I won't allow it."
So how are you doing? "I said, hoping to hear the word "miserable".
I have been better, she replied. And continued… listen, I came here because I wanted to personally tell you that this was a first for me. I have never cheated on Girma in the past except last night with you. I didn't want you to think of me as this girl who just sleeps around with everyone.
Suddenly her eyes filled up with tears.
"Well…" I said, knowing the consequences of being sarcastic.
"You have no say in the matter?" She said, finally choking back the tears that had threatened to overcome her.
"Okay wait, I don't know what kind of problems you guys have, and quite frankly its not my place to ask. I'm just trying to figure out a way out of this.
"Okay, what now?" She said.
"I don't know. I was hoping you'd tell me. The bottom line is that I can't hide behind this secret. I have to tell him".
"No you can't…" she said it louder than usual. But before she continued, we both got interrupted by the waiter asking us to place an order. I asked for a cup of macchiato and she asked for a cup of tea. The waiter sort of bowed and went on about his business.
"I have to be the one who must tell him and face the consequences", she continued.
"Are you in love with him?" I felt stupid just for asking that question. She wouldn't be engaged to him if she wasn't in love with him, duh!
"I thought I was. Girma and I are two completely different people. Don't get me wrong. He is a very nice guy, gentle and treats me with respect. I thought that was good enough to lock me up in marriage with the guy for the rest of my life, until I met you".
"Ohhh, wait a minute now". I was almost getting ready to get up for no apparent reason.
"You just met me. You don't know anything about me. And might I add that you are also engaged, and waiting to be married soon. So, I don't think you chose the right time to have a change of heart.
"So what do you want me to do? Didn't last night mean anything to you?" She sounded a little disappointed and perhaps she expected a more sympathetic response from my end. But I was in no shape or form to offer her the luxury of feeling sympathetic. I too was buried in a deep shit hole fighting to be rescued.
"I can't marry him" she continued, that wouldn't be right and it won't be fair for both of us". And by "us" of course she meant her and Girma.
The injustice was already done, so it didn't really matter what's fair and what's not fair after this point. We were both going to lose him as a friend. She would lose him as a lover. But on the other hand, she had a point. As cruel and vicious as it sounds, the concept was justifiable.
For about one minute, we both had a moment of silence. She is looking through the glass window; I couldn't help but to steal a repetitive moment of glance at her eyes and lips. She was undeniably gorgeous and extremely s
exy even when she's sad. "Oh God! Why didn't you bring her to me before?" I cursed the lord in silence for not presenting me with the opportunity to meet Sara before Girma did.
I don't think I looked at her this close from a side view once before. But I was amazed and utterly astonished by the architecture of her face. Her hair pulled back and perfectly in place. Her nose, lips, and eyes worked perfectly together. Its almost like one was created to complement the other. I wanted her badly. I wanted to rustle with her in bed despite the consequences. Suddenly I felt a need for a glass of whiskey or wine, or whatever is available with alcohol. My blood pressure was seemingly increasing, and suddenly my jeans felt extremely tight.
"Listen I need a drink. What about you?" She asked a question I didn't expect but blended perfectly with my desire.
"Me too! I certainly could use a drink at a time like this. Let's get out of here". I threw a 10 ET Birr on the table and started walking to the front door. She followed me from behind until I opened the door and extended her the courtesy of exiting first.
"Thank you!" she said.
"You're welcome!" I let go of the door but it slammed behind me.
At that moment, the balance of our minds was disturbed before we decided to go and have alcoholic drinks. We both knew that was the stupidest and most dangerous thing to do as it may possibly lead to another injustice being done to our mutual friend. An action of infidelity, as this obviously was, is a sinful act; we knew we were both going to lose.
My car was parked a couple of blocks up the hill. We exchanged no words until we got to the car, and I let her in first, and walked around the front of the car and entered the vehicle. As I inserted the key to start the engine, her hands suddenly grabbed mine, and then all of a sudden, we both realized that we were greatly in debt to our sinful actions of lust.
Now that I think about it, I don't exactly remember how it all happened in just an instant, but somehow we were all over each other kissing, touching and emotionally incapable of letting go. She had simply remained in my arms and in my kisses without a word, only with a sound of a new life that enchanted in whisper.
She lay on my chest and stayed still. I started stroking and gently massaging her hair. Occasionally, I would find myself kissing her forehead, and she would lift her head and quietly kisses me on my lips.
"You're a great kisser, you know that?" she said,
"I always thought a kiss was just a kiss, but obviously I never been kissed properly before". I said that only trying to be a little modest. But I knew I get that kind of complement very often.
I once discovered that a kiss can be sexy, sweet, smooth, slow, fast, enticing, revealing or world-rocking. Who knew two lips could say so much when they meet? But I have to admit, she gave me the greatest kiss I ever had. She would brush her lips against mine and gently presses with finesse. Then she would swirl her lips slowly around mine, very relaxed and letting go and allowing her tongue to roam over my mouth.
Music was playing in the radio. An FM radio apparently, and they were playing the old school Marvin Gaye, Sade, Toni Braxton etc. It worked perfect for the moment until a sleazy supermarket commercial came out of that box and destroyed every mood. It was time to leave. We both laughed at the commercial and decided to head out for that drink.
I started driving around the statue of Saint George and headed towards "aRaT Killo". It was obvious that we both didn't want to be seen together around the city so I continued driving through "aRaT Killo" towards the "siDDisTT Killo" area and turned right at the traffic light by the social science building of Addis Ababa University and then headed straight to "eNToTo". Passed the embassy of the United States and eventually arrived at a small bar/restaurant/hotel and lounge just a few miles from the embassy. The place was clean and romantic. Used to be owned by the government and now is under a private management, by someone who once lived in the United States. I have heard about this place and their reputation for good customer service.
In Addis Ababa, it was a common act for couples and even for a group of guys and/or girls to sit in the car and order anything they want and enjoy it while in the car. I had known this sort of practice even before I left Ethiopia for U.S. This was the perfect occasion to practice such a privilege.
There were several waiters by the front door of the hotel on a standby to serve the entering customers. One of those waiters had already started approaching my car just as we entered the driveway and directed us to a parking spot. I ordered scotch on the rocks for myself and a Grey Goose martini for Sara. We both wouldn't have it any other way.
In the middle of this, Sara's cell phone rang. It was Girma. She hesitated to take the call, but realized that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, so she picked it up anyway.
"Hello!"
"Hi TaDias!"
"AleN"
"ahhhh, I am with a friend of mine".
"No you haven't met her"
"No I am fine. Why?"
"No I think I might be coming down on a flu"
A few drops of sweats started to appear on her face. I also noticed her hands shaking, and she was stumbling on the words a little. Then suddenly the phone slipped out of her hand and fell in between her legs. She picked it up right away and said,
"Hello! You still there?"
"Sorry I dropped the phone"
"Listen, Girma, we need to talk. I won't be able to see you tonight but meet me tomorrow around lunch time".
"Nothing! Its just something that's on my mind".
"No I can't talk about it right now".
"Oh please don't pressure me. I told you to meet me tomorrow".
I noticed she was starting to get irritated. Girma was once a gifted listener, but highly emotionally unstable he had become over the past few years. At his meanest he would accuse her of having cheated on him. Though they hadn't lived together in the past, from little I know about the relationship and what I had came to learn from Girma was that their relationship was a bit of a complex and sort of an ON/OFF thing for about six months before they decided to get engaged. So I could certainly understand her irritated behavior.
"I just told you Girma, please don't ruin my day".
"I will see you tomorrow".
"Bye"
As soon as she hanged up the phone, she turned to me and said, "That was Girma".
"I know. So I see you planned to tell him tomorrow"
"Yes, I have to"
"Oh God!" I sighed and took a long breath.
"So how is your relationship anyway?" I felt that was a question that needed to be asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… do you guys fight too much? Has he cheated on you? You know, how was your relationship with him?"
"To tell you the truth, ‘not good' I probably should have broken up with him about six months ago".
"Why didn't you?"
"I don't know. I guess I was too afraid to start another relationship with someone else from scratch. I mean, I am a simple girl who wants the simplest things in life. Nothing complicated. I would like to enjoy life for what it is. But Girma is a little uptight when it comes to things like that. I'd like to go dancing once in a while, but he hates dancing. I'd like to see places I haven't seen before. I'd like to dine-out occasionally. But Girma is none of those things. His idea of a
good time is hanging out with a bunch of guys and just drinking beer and watching soccer".
"How do you know I am not like that?" I asked.
"I just do. As a matter of fact, Girma used to talk so highly of you. How smart and talented you were. He also told me some of the crazy stunts you pull from time to time. Like that one time he said you went to Hawaii to join a bungee jumping crew for a week or something. What was that about?"
"He told you about that?"
"Yup. He also said that you had a knee surgery from a boat accident, broken two Collin bones, fractured a rib and I think pulled just about every muscle in your body with the exception of… you know… (smiled)"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. and ask "If Girma had told you so much about me, how come he hadn't shown you a picture of me?" I was very curious.
The waiter came back to see if we needed another round. Both of our glasses were almost empty. We ordered the same drinks as before. It was our third round. I was getting light headed and she was definitely tipsy.
"Do you wanna stay here?" She said,
"Stay where?"
"Here in this hotel".
"Wait right here, I will be right back". I got out of the car and headed to the hotel reception. I knew my intentions, just didn't want to ask a lot of questions. She was surprised when she discovered that I came back with a room key and a full bottle of alcoholic drink.
"Okay, you are something else you know that?" she said.
I picked up my glass and gulped what was left in it and said, "Come on! Let's go inside" I closed the door and quickly checked out the surrounding for clearance.
Our room was on the third floor. I opened the door and allowed her to enter first, and then I followed. The room was very clean and sophisticated in its own way. They had a 32 inch TV and a large sofa along with a king sized bed. Apparently, not many people know about this place, only regular customers. It caters Addis Ababa's elite in the underground and to those that usually seek complete privacy.
Sara held my hands as I closed the door behind us. But I found it urgent to pull her towards me and go in like I was about to kiss her. She was very responsive in a sense that without hesitation she came all the way close to me and I found myself with my back against the door. At the last second, I didn't pull back but only stayed still and looking through her eyes, and flashing a mischievous grin. She knew it was a tease that had her turned on and on her toes.
I threw the bottle on the sofa and grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her towards me even more. But she came all the way to find my lower lips, and sucked as much of it as she can gently into her mouth followed by her tongue straight shot in my trout. As she was sucking on my tongue, I couldn't help but to think of something similar being done further south.
Then she immediately grabbed my shirt with two hands and ripped my shirt open. My shirt buttons flickered around the room. I started taking her shirt off while she began unbuckling my belts. Everything was quick and in a rush. I began to release her breasts from her bra. She has already unbuckled my belts and unzipped my pants and grabbed both my boxers and my pants and pulled it down towards the floor. Then I began to take my own shirt off while consequently pulling my legs out of my pants and boxers as she started to remove her skirt.
I am standing there completely naked and she only had her panties on. I felt the need to grab her bottom with both hands and picked her up. My lips went on the lower portion of her breasts and my eyelashes went fluttering around her nipple. I turned her around, but we slammed with her back against the wall. She is screaming for more of me just when my lips went to her belly and down her underwear.
But somehow, we roamed around the room and ended up in the bathroom. I put her on the bathroom sink and she began to take off her underwear. Then her hands went tight around my neck as I picked her up again, and she moved her pelvis both up and down and side to side with an intention to allow me to go deep into her world with an intense penetration and enthusiastic thrusting. The top half of her body is jumping and both of our bodies were soaked in sweat. She is screaming and I am breathing like hell as we came out of the bathroom, and had her torso and bottom onto the floor. She immediately bent her knees back towards her stomach while I supported myself on my hands and deep penetrated forward. I then immediately flipped her around and managed to get her on top, with my eyes looking at body harmonically connected.
After a long yet undeniable passionate moment, we both were exhausted. She took a long breath and just slowly fell on my chest. Both my hands went around her and held her tight. About ten minutes passed without a word.
Finally she broke the silence and said, "We are in deep shit".
I had nothing to say to that except to nod with an agreement. But something somehow was still bothering me, and I felt the need to bring it up.
"You know you still didn't answer my question from earlier", I said, lifting her head up towards me.
"What question?" she replied.
"You told me Girma had told you so much about me. I am still confused as to how come he hadn't shown you a picture of me. I know he had several pictures of me from my website and from the ones I sent to him."
"Does that really matter?" She said.
"I am just curious"
She took a longer breath this time and replied, "Of course I had seen your pictures"
"What? Wait a minute… You mean to tell me you had seen my pictures before and still didn't recognize who I was when you saw me at the club last night?" I was furious.
She took a few more seconds before she answered, "Of course I knew who you were"
Then suddenly drops of tears rolled on her Gunch and landed on my chest.
TO BE CONTINUED
Published by December 20th, 2006 in Dating, Series and Social.
Oh Lordie, is this guy a good writer or what?
Dude’s in a hotel room with Sara and her chick? Shanti was right: it’s a ménage à trois!!
[quote comment="10216"]Man….oh Man….I don’t care what plans you have for the night but you just gotta finish this story. I just love the way you write.[/quote]
there is a typo on the last sentense. sorry, it shouldn’t read as …rolled on her chick. Its supposed to refer to the GunCh that we know. thanks for reading…
Chelema… you rock my world! A nice cold shower after reading this article is highly recommended, especially this time of morning.
I could dissect and slice up questionable comments but I won’t… you CAN tell/write a story like a pro; you deserve a compliment and nothing less!
Now, is it my imagination or are we in for a never-ending sequel? I want the book – “Love at 1st sight?” By the way, the title makes much more sense after having read this sequel. The last article made me wonder if you knew the difference between a one nightstand and love, but now it makes sense!
FYI: GunCh = cheeks not chick
chelema… you can always edit the article(s) live on the site.. use your login.. i made the correction though…
oh man!not finished yet? What’s going on Chelema? Either finish it or tell us where to get the book? Anyywaaay, I like the suspense of it. Hopefully, somebody will tell Girma and cancel the wedding, cause a cheater is a cheater. Evenif they get married they are not going to last long. The last few paragraphs explains that she was looking for somebodyelse while she was with him…she is one of those girls who does’nt have confidence on her self…and then she cries whatever…they are both infatuated. just let them f*** around for a while and go their own way!
Peace!
somewhere out there, sidney sheldon is having spasms. that line is uproarious.
keep it going, regardless. when should we expect the third installment?
Shanti baby…thank you again for the compliment. Nolawi, thanks for correcting my typo. Oh and …I don’t think you’re in for a long sequel. But what do you think happens next?
ultimately chelema is going to lose both the sara and girma… that is what I think sis going to happen…
I just wish sara is real! and one day.. I meet her… I am infatuated with sara..
oh saraye.. ene nebseneger… esti yenem chest lay metesh tegn! I will stroke your hair for you!
toothpick… the enthusastic thrusting ha hah so funny!
Nolawi, haha that was funny
DimeT Meselechih Ende? Okay, this is turning out quite interesting. I’m getting horny as hell as I write the story myself. But.. but, the last part should reveal it all. You guys actually gave me quite an inspiration. So I’m just gonna continue writing the shit outta this story and see where it takes me. But the next twist will be just for the sake of Bernos fans. The actual manuscript may have a different ending. But don’t expect the next/last part in the next three days, as I am currently swamped with a 267 pages of manuscript that needs to be condensed down to a 90 pages of feature film script(very sad story by the way). If you want to know more about this film, I can send you the plot summary. It will start filming in Ethiopia summer of 2007. The story reveals the shocking truth behind “Female Genital Mutilation” ouch! Join the movement…
Oh Lawd, Part II is up..
Damn it’s long.. I cant read this at work cause I cant hide my expression at work.. cant wait till I get home at 6,hope traffic is not bad tonight!
chelema, wow! i’ve just joined the dots and figured out who you are. i’ve seen the web site and blog for your upcoming film. you’ve clearly got the talent to pull it off. all the best with it.
Curious….just copy and paste it to your word document at work (k k i’m telling my secret people)….you should be fine…
Betaam “LEB WELED” neew enji it’s not true story beye decide aregyalehu.
good thing I sega before I read it.. It would have been messy!
Good idea Hewe,
Why didnt I think of that! I know I said I’ll wait but I could not help continuing the story. Copy and Paste will do the trick.. Gracias.
yonas, thanks dog. I always appreciate an encouraging response. The arts of filmmaking has been burried inside of me for a long …long…long time, now its out, I quit my old day job because of this. By the way, the production supervisor and director of photography are both from NYU graduate school of FILM, and Spike Lee is the mentor. I am the producer/director of the film. So this is not gonna be just another film, its gonna draw a GLOBAL attention towards the cause. You guys’ support is always appreciated. My ultimate goal is to tell some of the untold stories of my people in moving pictures. So, stay tunned.
You’re welcome curious….Chelema, it’ll be a steamy video…but you do have talent, i’m sure we’ll see your movie soon…..by the way, not to change the subject but Nolawi, you should write about Sirak’s ‘live and become’ that played last weekend
Chelema, you are killing me with your stoy and with the “TO BE CONTINUED.” I was ready to finish this reading before I go back home (Ethiopia) for the holidays. I hope I will get to finish reading by this coming Friday!!!
I applaud your effort to tell the untold story of female mutilation to the world.
Good luck and great job. Please let us know more about your project when you release it so we can support the brother!!!
Chelema, you are an incredable story teller. You are definaltely gone have a Blockbuster hit someday. I would love to checkout your website and follow up with your work. I love to read stories that I could relate to. Keep them coming!
Chelema, I will be the first one in line for this movie! I love the world of art and what it has to offer. I am itching to get into that world and give it 100% but I’m not in a position to do that just yet. In the meantime… when I hear of my own people who are into art be it as a painter, photographer, movie maker, dancer, etc. and especially those that clearly demonstrate the talent for it… I am more then happy to provide my support.
Consider this posting as our RSVP to your movie, my virtual hubby, DawitK, and mine
Speaking of which, where in the world is Dawit? Menew, is he scared or intimidated with all this attention? Dang, you all know he is my Brad Pitt & Denzel Washington, after reading these articles by Chelema, all I can think of are the many possibilities with us – can we say “yummy body”… 
I know you are all sick of reading about my “love affair” with Dawit but hey, the title of this article is very appropriate for how I feel about him!
Dawitiyee, don’t be scared… I’m harmless and am sure so are the other ladies, who I think are already married but are playing SARA in here
I guess this is a tale told by a genius, in the good old tradition of J. Susan and H. Robbins by a writer with a milder affliction of the Bealu syndrome? When reading the kissing prowess of this vixen, Tal yemetadergew ye Fetle or was it Seble kenfer t’z aleN (a character in one of Bealu Girmas’ book).
Maybe Girma brought it on himself. Rasu maksem yaqatewen fem yeCHeleman ged’l tenfso nebelbal aregew. Where else Fiameta Sara would go for a farewell to incredible sex or a last resort for a way out of the grip of her soccer crazed fiance. It is at least love on first sight only when looked from CHelema’s angle.
Adega yadekemew yeCHelema gulbet frash meqonTeT siyaqetew, will there be “an intense penetration and enthusiastic thrusting” Men yimeTa yihon yane? Another yummy body? YanE, CHeleman CHelema waTew, libal new tadia? Celebrate nailed it the first time “infidelity sucks”. Maybe the crafty CHelema would come up with another twist of events, I hope it is worth the wait. Good going CHelema! Looking forward to watch your script (perhaps with more depth) on the silver screen.
Chelema, I forgot to mention this above… should you decide to make a movie out of this story, I'm willing to play "Sara" as long as Dawit plays – none other than "Chelema"…. hehe, OK… back to the vault I go with toothpick!
chelema I will play the cab driver that drop sara…just want her number.
Who knows if Girma is the sleek cousin or friend-turned-pimp for Sara?
Chelema
I like the fact that it’s unpredictable. Was worth waiting! I have one request: Can I have your autograph before you become a famous writer/film maker and your guards tell me to wait on line?
Chelema – Part II is another hit, can’t wait for the final on Part III. *ehem* i would like to emphasize “final”. lol.. you’re killin us man
hey Nebiyu
make the red carpet roll for Chelema even longer…will u?
Wudnesh – I’m gonna get him drunk and make him tell me the entire story lol
Common fellas…. some of you are drooling over this chic Sara… Why are y’all making such a big deal about her? She is even sluttier now that we know what happened was pre-mediated by her.
She’s obviously had a crush on him before she even got to meet him and has been waiting for this opportunity to get him and dump her Fiancé… lol.. she’s so scandalous… leading on the poor man makin’ him think she is going to marry him, but the whole time her plan was to use him so she can get with his friend… wechew good
wudiye, you can have more than just my autograph sweetheart. How can I say no to my number one fan? But thanks for being supportive. I appreciate it sincerely.
Chelema
Chelema,
WOW is all I can say! I was so ready for the ending on part two, but now that you said the next part will be the last I am regretting my wish. I had enjoyed your stories so much, I now am wishing for a twenty part story so I can keep reading…
I feel privileged to experience your work here on Bernos. I hope some day soon we will get to experience your work either on the big screen or at the nearest book store. If your producing/directing skill is half as good as your narration I say Steven Spielberg move aside.
Be forewarned though when you take Hollywood by storm some of us will be on Oprah No Jerry Springer talking about your hot affair with Sara
You know how you know (emm, I’m already sounding like toothpick)Chelema is an ariff writer? even the men are into his story!
Chelema, I’m sure u’ve heard what a blizzard Denver is having..soooo, u’d better post the final part soon…or u know the deal!
Wudnesh,
Funny you would bringing the snow storm in Denver, the last big snow storm we had here few years back had 9 month later resulted in an overflow of maternity wards through out the area hospitals.
WARNING: The combination of snowstorm, free time at hand, warm bed, spouse/boy friend/finance , and reading Love at 1st sight could cause similar results
Sorry on post 35 finance = fiancé
Lovejones where are you when I need you?
II was afraid to read this article when I noticed the two hearts went from flaming tsssss sizzling red to brown. Guess the love affair is on the cool down phase…I hope they don’t turn black in chapter 3.
Chelema I gotta give it to you, you are great! I will hang on to find out but please post one like next week. This is better than Desperate Housewives (the only time I turn on my tv). I can’t miss that show like I can’t miss your articles. Save me from getting arrested, please post the sequal before I slap the crap out of the next Sara I run into, for ruining Grima’s life.
I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen next…you didn’t use a condom this time around so I’m guessing she’s got something baking in the oven. Ayeee another single mom, what the heck is happening with Ethiopian women these days getting knocked up, gare lemegfat ena to be a baby momma. Menew Sara?
One more article like this and I’ll have to confess to him I’m having an affair or you’re going to drive me to have one (j/k). I would never cheat, not even with Morris Chestnut. Btw do you know about the six degrees of separation? Well I just got an idea. Ping! You know Spike Lee who I’m sure knows someone who knows someone who knows Morris so could you hook a sista up, by posting a comment, if you know of his whereabouts because I will fly out to meet him even if it’s in Timbuktu. Not for a “chelema style” activity, just wanna meet the Hollywood god.
I knew this wasn’t a true story when you mentioned Grey Goose martini because I love Martini’s and I couldn’t get one, with quality vodka, in Addis not even at the Sheraton on New Year’s. You want quality drink in Addis – BYOB.
Shanti honey you’re hilarious, what’s up with going into the vault with toothpick? I didn’t hear any click of the light switch. Now Chelema is going to write about your ordeal of trying to make DawitK jealous! You’re good girlfriend, first throw him bait when he arrives knock him upside the head then tie him to the bed post! He aint going no where, you hear me?
“The story reveals the shocking truth behind “Female Genital Mutilation” ouch! Join the movement…” Ouch is right! Looking forward to anything you’re involved in but I sit with my legs crossed as I read this. It’s obvious you got talent and I’m glad you’re going after your dream.
I can’t even have some peaceful time off without Bernos getting in the damn way. I love Bernos!
CHelema,
Since you are head bent not to produce Love at 1st sight into a movie, how about a translation narrated in the potency/fertility clinic ward in Addis, by Fekadu T/ mariam or Serawit with the Addislive Mestawot…? Then you will have girl and boys named “Berhan” in lieu of CHelema to praise your authorship’s contribution.
Kilomamo
LOL! and how many of the babies were yours?
Kilomamo I think you should add chelema’s arrival as a warning
watch out Ladies!
Story continues as follows?
…this was supposed to be revenge because Girma didn’t trust her…or he banged her friend once and confessed…but she got caught up and fell in love…
Chelema, so far so good…I am just trying to stir you away from the predictable path…
Shanti,
What is going on? You aren’t after me and I am scared of you … I can’t imagine what Dawit is feeling.
Temari… you are funny, what is there to be scared of nefse? Love is weird like that eko, yene konjo. Did you not read the past comments about a straight Abesha guy possibly falling for Dawit? So, why can’t a SSS (stable, single and successful) professional and good looking I might add kinda gal like myself not have fallen for a hunk of a man like Dawit? Have you seen him, or is it just at I don’t see good looking Abesha men like him around in this area?
Anyway, don’t worry, I took into consideration that you are, after all a “Temari” and may not yet have had the chance to master the in’s and out’s of the new world, where women are willing to go after what they want. Time and experience shall teach you the little idiosyncrasies of life… just hang in there!
I never claimed to be sane nor did I ever claim to be insane, I did however request the help of the good lord above to help me balance out or better yet, get over my addiction to this blog… and that don’t seem to be happening, its very late and I am up writing this response… something is wrong here!
So, be scared of my addiction to this blog and not my desire to have Dawit as my virtual hubby
Shanti
this is all your deed! Dawityen asdenegeTshiw……ChinK aychilm bilush aygebashim anchi! He has all he can handle..ME!…lela ayfeligm.
Gginn kemirr, min waTew? What happened to the promise of giving us his time after his finals? Dawit, Erre Dawit……..Daveye, inne aanten biyye MeTahung Kobliye….Daveye Daveye….. (Dave, come out before my CD becomes a best selling)
Wudnesh,
Not even one. Regrettably I was home alone! Talk about missed opportunity …LOL
Oreo,
You are absolutely correct
How could I have missed that!
Temari,
I’m kind of thinking somewhere along the same line. I think Sara is plotting to add some spark to her relationship with Girma by using Mekdum as a pawn. Perhaps she is sensing that Girma’s interest towards her is waning down and what better way to gain it back than showing herself being pursued by none other than Girmas best friend and supposed best man?
Hear it from an insider. This is how the story goes….Mekdem, instead of being angry, finds himself falling in love with Sara, when he finds out she actually knew about him and loved him. And Sara is no fool…she knew ‘the loyality’ to Girma was eating him up. But not if she told him the story about why Mekdem’s Ex damped him without any fault of his, and no explanation, almost driving him insane. Sara told him that Mekdem’s Ex decided to break up with him out of guilt….the guilt caused by the fact that she had an affair with Girma. What goes round, comes round (just worse on the second round
)….the rest, hear it from Chelema
WUDNESH NICE SENSE OF HUMORE #43….LOL
Chelema,
Another interesting installment. Except for the 32” TV & the king size bed, it was predictable. I can’t wait to be shocked by the next installment when we find out that Sara is actually your twin sister that was separated from you at birth that the maternity nurse sold to a wealthy childless couple.
KIKI
izgio meharene!
Wudnesh – LOL.. I like how you think.. re; #45..
If I was mekdim that would definetly be my green light
Neb
)…Don’t get mad, Get even..huh?
hmm…u r my kind of man (hey, don’t read too much into it
how long do we have to wait the III part man? Chelma err behnateh nefsee. now I start dereming about the story.
please post the III part before new year.
FEFE
why Chelema? you are a great Birhan, love your style of writing. Can I have one request please? Can you give us more sex on part III, thanks!
WOW! Chelema….I’m in love:-) I can’t wait until the 3rd one! I couldn’t even stop for a sec! Betam Arif!
I doubt we’ll hear the third part any time soon. Chelema is busy getting busy.
Chelema,
Just want to applaud your skill, keep it up!
Hey Chelema: You got me inspired!
Lust
Lust is what I read tonight,
Lust is what I speak tonight,
Lust is what I see tonight,
Lust is what I feel tonight,
And I Lust Sara!
Oh! Sara…
Show me your Body
inside out…
no clothes on,
no holds barred…
bit by bit,
part by part,
give me your smells,
and your sweat…
give me what all you have
every naked bit of yours,
I want to see All of yours.
Let me feel your hands
Let me feel your legs
Let me feel your torso
As your body begs…
Let me come on you
and make you wet
juices flowing…
feel the heat…
together, we’ll
make ‘us’ meet.
If Lust be sin,
So be it…
For I am a Man,
And you a Woman.
Saraye, How can I love you
and not lust you?
For Me,
Love and Lust,
go hand in hand…
for I am a Man
and you are my Women.
M&W
M&W, what can i say? you read my mind. I like your piece. nice touch!
okeey…….wow that story took ma breath away………but boy u REALLY need to finish it ……am serious..plz quickly
eyeee mindneww.. minew endezee melmen? I am not interested any more. keep it for yourself. Chelema bante beat lebb manteleltelhe neaw? err behnathe if it yours posted. otherwise you found this unfinished story some where else. man I am not weasting my time any more.
you are not real man.. find the si=hitt and posted.
Sose sweety, It’s a holiday season for God sake. Let me party-up a little before I get back to my pen and paper. I do appreciate your comment though, and thank you for your interest in the story. I will try to get it out as soon as I can.
I might add… this is just a piece of crap…Just a different opinion
M&W I missed your poems.
Chelema dear, what’s up with part tres? Even Sara is wondering what the heck is going on. She said you left her hanging and she needs to make a decision on who to end up with. You keep messing around and Girma is gonna take her back. Are you gonna give up your soul mate that easy? Fight for her man, come on now! I wanna see/read that you won! FYI I got the invitation to the Sara/Girma wedding yes it’s still on unless you hurry up and post the next part and change their future. We’re waiting and pretty soon we’re gonna declare a state of emergency and send the national guard after your ass. I got connections I tell you I got serious connections (not really but I hope that got you typing the sequel).
celebratelife, my job is done, ask Nolawi. Part III is saved on bernos’ file on wordpress. I am sure Nolawi will post it today or tomorrow. Welcome back by the way.
yes yes tomorrow morning…
Nol
inddie? erre bakih zare post argeww. u r getting worse than Chelema…..we have done enough waiting.
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