As you presumably know, Miteku is replacement, vice, substitute, stand-in, surrogate, alternate, sub, understudy and etc; all word for Wushemas. A wise person once told me “don’t you know how prevalent extra curricular activities are in Addisaba.” Continue reading ‘MiteKe & MiteKu!’
Published by October 13th, 2006 in Dating, Music and Podcast.The name Bernos comes from the Arabic word burnous/burnoose for one-pieced cloak like clothing worn my Arabs. The Arabs, who migrated to northern Africa and the Berbers take on this, was to make one of wool, a lot warmer than the Middle Eastern version. Burnous is worn throughout Northwestern Africa especially in Burkina Faso; its one-pieced cloak, white in color.
The Ethiopian version is a lot thicker and is brown to black in color. It does not have a hood; rather it has a hood like point on one side of the shoulder usually on the right. Ethiopian highlanders [Degegnoch ????]wore it. The hooded point was tailored to existence in order to keep the rifle on the shoulders, so that they do not have to hold the rifle outside where the it might be susceptible to rainwater entering through the muzzle. Continue reading ‘What is Bernos?’
Published by October 12th, 2006 in History and Noteworthy.Just so you know I have a boyfriend!
Really, is he Ethiopian?
No, he is black [African American]
Really, are all your [X’s] boyfriends black? (I ask because she is in her late twenties)
Yes, all except one, really long time ago!
But why, don’t Ethiopian males measure up?
I really love Ethiopian men but with Black guys, I could be myself without being worried that I will be judged. They treat me special, for black guys I’m beautiful and unique; for abesha’s I’m just another girl!
What about for marriage?
Well, I think I’m going to have the preference of marrying Yager’En lij. Continue reading ‘no2 inter-cultural’
Published by October 11th, 2006 in Dating and Social.Eneeeeee wedeshaaalew…. aydelemmm dendeedede dedendeeem aydelemm!
I recall 1988, the Hibret Tireet TV program comes one and this fancy looking skinny old man comes out to the foam, bubbles and fluorescent lights while consequently moving his fist up down & up down.
I remember thinking that it had to be the best Amharic music video I have ever seen. And then I heard the song, wowzers amazing…. I had no idea what ‘keleb YemeneChe WuneteGna Semet or Fiqir’ was but I still felt it. I was running around all of that summer singing ‘Eneee Wedeshaalehu’ and pumping my fist. Continue reading ‘Getachew Kassa's’
learnt to talk,
learnt to walk,
learnt to read n' write,
and argue n' fight.
with some talk-backs
along the way
felt I knew everything
and doubted all you say. Continue reading ‘Self-discovery’
