The people in those moments, moments of the people, then, back then and there, right there; there they are everything and then they are forever. But only then can they live, and only there can they be, then they are gone. As those moments pack up their delights and set a foot for departure, so will the people, the people in those moments. What to do now? Should you stand tall, pretend their leaving hasn’t bothered you one bit and wave goodbye with a smile, as if you are glad to see them leave? What should you make of this moment? The moment of undervalued farewell.
You let your eyes stare at their face without a blink, but when the heart releases the reservoir of sundry emotions and streams of tears rush up, you close your eyes, tilt your head down… take a moment, then look back up, look at them with a smile, a smile solely displayed to conceal the dew in your eyes and the void you formed in your heart at the release of the well-kept reservoir. Take that deep breath and open your mouth to say… to say what you can’t say. You won’t say it, but you breathe again. Your moment is gone. Now you stand looking at a different person. That blurred person you were looking at with your tear-filled eyes… now you can see them clearly. But they are not who they were in that moment. The moment is gone forever, and took with it whoever that person had become while in it. Continue reading ‘…just a moment’
Published by Doro Mata September 4th, 2006 in Thoughts.
Do you see those kids? They were orphaned by AIDS. Every Year in Ethiopian about 3 quarters of a million kids under the age of fifteen are orphaned by AIDS. It is estimated that there are 2.5 million AIDS orphans in Ethiopia and increasing at a rapid rate.
Without digressing too much into my personal feelings and the politics associated with donations and donor states, people have finally realized after and around 2002 that there needs to be major rethinking on how we globally view AIDS orphans. The word “Alarming” is not big enough to describe the expected situation.
Subsequently those kids up there in the picture, not only are they orphans but also living with HIV. An organization called Artists for Charity, which I’m part of, adopted 12 kids rented a house is caring for them in Addis Ababa
To think a child is born, followed by lose of parent(s) and then to have to deal with the agony of living HIV is not only disheartening but also bleak. A person with HIV can live a long life with proper care; AIDS orphans' in Ethiopia are not. Continue reading ‘Do you care?’
Published by Nolawi August 31st, 2006 in Childhood, Help and Noteworthy.
Of the five human senses, the one with the longest memory is the sense of smell followed by hearing. Clark Richert, my painting instructor from the college years told me that he used to spray his painting with oddest perfume in order to strike a chord in the memory of viewers. After some research, studies’correlating senses and long term memory were rarer than a Peaguet in America.
As I stepped in to the elevator with a room full of ladies, the combination of perfumes was nauseating. Yet one distinct smell was poignant, and I remembered a certain someone who I haven’t seen or thought about in a decade. Thus all the proof needed to validate the theory. Continue reading ‘beBegena’
Published by Nolawi August 26th, 2006 in Childhood and Music.
Buhe MeTa Ho
Buhe Belu Ho
YamelaTa Ho
Kibe Kebute Ho
Enday’Ne’Ta Ho
Well so, Buhe Met’To Hede; while combing through the musical archive for an appropriate song, non other than Mulatu Astatqe’s Assiyo Bellema jumps out. Continue reading ‘Buhe Belu!’
Published by Nolawi August 19th, 2006 in Childhood and Music.
Addis Ababain elites who travel to Washington DC for vacation are rare but over the past several months I’ve have the pleasure of entertaining a few. I really do enjoy it. I get to see their perspective. How disillusion their viewpoint is? How care free and ambiguous the sociological outlook is? How unobloquious life has been for them?
Well, there two types of people, there is yagere suew which encompass 99 percent of the population and ‘oblivious’ 1 percent walking on clouds and frequenting five coffee shops a day. If for some reason you are reading this from Addis Ababa, you are the ‘oblivious’ I’m referring to. Seventy thousand dollar salary here in the US can’t buy you the life the ‘oblivious’ are living in the Bole suburb of Addis Ababa.
Without digressing too much I asked her what she would like to drink. Gin & Tonic! And surprise surprise, no Tonic water. I can’t believe they don’t have tonic water; any bar in Addis would have it. Eshi Yene ChemlaQa! Yalesu MeteT ataqime ende? I didn’t know they Tej beToch served Tonic water with Brele. Continue reading ‘The Drink of Choice!’
Published by Nolawi August 17th, 2006 in Social.
