ዛሬም የደሀናና የጋዝጊብላ እናቶች የወላድነት አደራን ሊወጡት አልቻሉም። አባት የ13/14 አመቱን ጨቅላ ከማጨት በሕግ ቢከለከልም ያን ከማድረግ አላረፉም። ትምህርት ላይ መስፈንጠር የቻሉት ከእምዬ መሬት ቁጣ ቢላቀቁም ስለታቸው አሁንም የሚገባው ለደብረወይላ ቤተክርስትያን ነው። ለነሱ ላሊበላ የጦርነት መታሰብያ ወይንም የቱሪስት መዝናኛ፣ ለኛ ላሊበላ የታሪካችን ቅርፅና የውበታችን ማጌጫ፣ ለዛች ለጋ ወጣት ግን ጋሜናዋ ለተደፈነው ላሊበላ ድንጋይ ነው። ፀሎትዋን … Continue reading The Storyteller from Meskelo
Fiction
There are no limitations to what one can imagine but to transform what has been visualized to an art or literary form is a fascinating process that few can describe.
Discovering
Wag Himra To be longedLonging to beSomething, someoneA part of somethingBelonging. Not belongingKnowing notDisconnectedEgg, EmbryoProlonged incubationConstipationStuckSuffocation. PeaceHateRageConflictGrowthReparationChangeDisruption TransformationPeaceSettlementDistanceSolitudeContainmentContactExchange Belonging … Nothing until discoveredNew life once uncovered. ConnectionEnlightenmentAwakeningContactCommunicationExchangeSharingLove
Musings on ‘A New Day’ (አዲስ ቀን)
Sometimes the present passes us by while we spend time reflecting on the ills of yesterday. Time escapes before we even manage to notice, much less correct, our errors. Yet we do eventually learn from the past and grow into better people. Hardly any of us can claim to be saints so why not reflect … Continue reading Musings on ‘A New Day’ (አዲስ ቀን)
Playtime
It was a different time and age. Very different. Boundaries then were visible walls and frontiers, the kind drawn by mothers for their children. Language was multidimensional. Words could only be articulated verbally if what they communicated had a taste or described something physical. A magnet was not just a magnet. It was a friend. … Continue reading Playtime
Something in the air
Something in the Air Neither here nor there, Maybe everywhere Dark or gray unknown Shadows, heartbeat, rain and storm Living in the dark, Hiding from daylight On the grass it sleeps Gleaming in the moon Earth is warm and kind Holds it to her chest Morning dew it drinks Waiting to be seen Then it … Continue reading Something in the air
One of 80 languages
Welette leafed through a magazine abundantly populated by advertising for cultural hotspots in London. She let it slip through her fingers and onto the floor then gloated through her bookshelf. Nothing appealed to her. Her mind was focused on data – 80 languages and 200 dialects with very little media representation. A shocking contrast to … Continue reading One of 80 languages
