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The Village Of Wehni-Ber (Chapter 2)

The following is chapter 2 of the historical novel, “Of Kings And Bandits
Mokria, a young Ethiopian boy, glanced at the Wehni Mountain whose top was covered in thick fog that made it invisible. He felt the cold bite his skin through the blanket he had slept on, which was now wrapped around his body. He waited restlessly by the bush fence outside the family hut until his father finished drinking his morning coffee. The only family cow, all white except for a patch of black that covered half its head and a few black spots on its body, mooed loudly. Left tethered to the eucalyptus tree in the cold, it could have been complaining.  Mokria looked at the coop beside the entrance to the fence; the chicken that his mother raised made a lot of noise. He glanced towards the west where a snakelike stream of fog floated over the gorge, tracing the course of the Nile River. For months, his father had complained of the little rain the region received. Mokria had wondered why they needed rain when the Nile flowed like a raging monster nearby, until his father explained: “How could we bucket enough water for the vast land?” He had told Mokria that a long time ago the Italians brought pipes and engines and pumped a little, but “they couldn’t bring enough water for a fraction of the prince’s farmland!”

Mokria’s grandfather sharecropped for a prince, his father sharecropped for the same prince’s son; and after his father dies, Mokria will sharecrop for the prince’s grandson who will inherit the land. Mokria knew that his rebellious younger brother, Gobezie, would certainly have problems serving any prince, father, son or grandson. Gobezie was unlike any of his other brothers—so rebellious that his father beat him up very often for refusing to work. “Let the prince come and work on the muddy field himself,” he would defiantly say to his father.

The previous night at dinner, Mokria had asked about the size of their landlord’s farm, the confines of the prince’s land. His father exclaimed, “Erre b’amlak!  Oh God, it is a half-day’s travel on the back of a mule,” he had explained to his children.

Ten villages toiled the land and delivered the harvest on pack animals to the prince’s stores in the nearby town after taking their cut of the harvest, ten percent. The prince lived in Addis Abeba, the capital city. He had inherited the land from his father, who received it as a grant from King Minelik when he defeated another prince who owned it before him. Mokria’s father never met the prince for whom he slaved. “He is a royal prince, he can’t come to our dirty villages, and he couldn’t possibly be able to inspect the vast farmlands that he owns!” Mokria’s father had said. Gobezie had a remark: “And you do not own the land on which our hut stands!”

His father had enough of Gobezie’s rebellion—he sent him off to a nearby village, to his brother who didn’t have children of his own. But living with his uncle made Gobezie more rebellious and further poisoned his thinking.

Neither Mokria nor his father or his grandfather considered the deal they had with the prince unfair, only Gobezie did. Ten villages and nearly a thousand people lived in the land; all of them busy producing for the prince who held a high position in Janhoi’s government.

Still sitting behind the bushy fence, Mokria looked at the top of the mountain again. The clouds were becoming thinner and the fog cleared out while he patiently waited for his father. He knew it would be another tough day in the fields before he returned in the afternoon to walk to the old monastery on the side of the Wehni Mountain. Farming and church was the mainstay of his life. Every afternoon after a brief relaxation, Mokria would go to the church to study under Mergheta Kndye, the old priest who taught him how to read and write. He had begun memorizing the Psalms of David. If Mergheta thought Mokria did well, he might expose him to the secrets of Kebre Neggest, Glory of the Kings, a revered Abyssinian book of knowledge. Mokria’s father urged his son to learn the history of the great warrior kings of Abyssinia, whom he mentioned with admiration, “so powerful they could own a land surrounding fifty villages.”

He would be in a bad mood before the beginning of the rainy seasons. His father and brothers would be busy for months preparing the land that they would sow with teff crop. Weeding the muddy furrows would be next, followed by weeks of warding off the birds with the noise of pebbles crackling inside empty cans. Next, they would harvest the crops, separate the tiny teff seeds from the stems, blow away the chaff, and finally, collect it in jute sacks before taking it to the prince’s stores. The tough job would only end by mid-Meskerem, September, when the four-month season of festivities and weddings would begin. Mokria would then linger around with not much work to do except feeding and milking the only family cow.

The first few Sundays after the harvest season very enjoyable. The families would take turns holding parties, and consume lots of meat and tella beer. The chats that followed went well into the night. He would see less of Mergheta Kndye and more of his father and uncles, who would tell him stories of brave kings, princes who owned vast lands and hard working peasants who made their masters happy. He would listen and ask questions to the tipsy men who enjoyed passing to him their knowledge of ancient history.

“Janhoi is left with only half of the country… he distributed vast lands to the princes… they deserve it, but… May God give him longevity,” his father said, apparently torn apart, worried that the king’s vast land would be diminished by grants.

Mokria nodded in admiration of the king: “Only a generous king would give such vast land as a gift!”

He grew up believing the king to be just one level below God and infallible. He thought it natural for the king to own the land, God’s land. But God cannot come to earth and own it—the king, God’s viceroy, does that for Him. Unlike his brother Gobezie, it didn’t occur to him why his father or grandfather didn’t own the land.

“The troops of this prince’s father had fought in the East, and this land is his reward,” Mokria’s uncle explained, “They pillaged and enslaved many, an epic pillaging.” He would never refer to the landlord as ‘our prince’ as Mokria’s father did.

“Those Eastern people! You either defeat them or die in battle—if you are captured, a fate worse than death awaits you,” Mokria’s father said.

They all laughed.

“Why?” Mokria asked.

“If you fall in their hands, they cut your organs!”


“Organs. Between your legs!” His uncle replied, pointing to his crotch.

Mokria felt a shiver along his spine and he unconsciously reached for his crotch.

He learned why Abyssinian warriors, motivated by fear, fought with courage to kill or die; surrendering to the enemy or being captured in battle had terrifying consequences. They had to win to avoid the fate of having to return home without their manly tools, not able to produce children anymore.

His uncle had said, “Our nobility didn’t value marriage highly, un-Christian promiscuity, unrestrained sexual appetite and moral decadence.” He shook his head and squinted, “They produced as many illegitimate children as they did in wedlock, the reason for the numerous claimants.”

Mokria looked towards the Wehni Mountain, to the moon shining behind the tip.  He imagined young princelings detained on top of the mountain remembering the history his father recounted proudly: princely brothers killed each other or slaughtered their fathers, the kings, to seize power, and created chaos that lasted for centuries. The power struggle, the intense never-ending infighting among claimants of the throne, made Abyssinians devise a system to quell the insatiable greed for power and divine titles. He marveled at the ferocity with which the princes and the nobility fought among each other. Yet, he didn’t approve of the way his uncle debased the royalty, and worried that Gobezie would be as Satanic as his uncle, since he lived with him.

Mokria had learned that the clergy and the nobility invented Wehni-Bet, a detention village on top of the Wehni Mountain, where all possible claimants to the throne were kept until they died. The clergy detained the princes to prevent them from posing a threat to a sitting king. If the clergy and the nobility decided to have one of the princes at Wehni crowned, they brought him down. No one else but the clergy and the sitting king had access to the mountaintop.

Mokria sat outside the hut, still waiting for his father, and looked at the narrow trail that meandered to the top of the mountain, to the Wehni jail.

His grandfather had worked as a guard on the Wehni gates until they abandoned the place. He had preferred to stay behind with a few other guards, deciding to call the place home. The landlord was more than happy to have more farm hands around and allotted a space for them to set a cluster of huts. Mokria’s grandfather built a hut where the old gates stood, brought his relatives and friends to live with him, and baptized the place Wehni-Ber, Wehni Gate—Mokria’s village. Mokria felt proud for being a descendant of the proud gatekeepers to the forbidden jail of Wehni-Ber. No wonder his father named him Mokria, Pride.

MOKRIA HAD DONE WELL. Mergheta Kndye promoted him to the next level; he would now study the Kebre Neggest, a book he absorbed with excitement together with a few other boys. Mergheta Kndye surrounded the Kebre Neggest with so much aura that Mokria considered it as important as the bible. The teacher didn’t show his students the difference—maybe he didn’t see any. Neither did Mokria discover any while reading the captivating stories of kings, “stories over two-thousand years old,” as Mergheta Kndye explained. His father was right. In the book, Mokria found the mythical origin of Janhoi, straight from the veins of King Solomon and Queen of Sheba. It was there written in black ink with illustrations, colorful pictures of people with eyes so big they occupied half their faces. Here was a woman with a crown on her head lying down with open legs, a man with a crown on his head, on top of her—a painting depicting Janhoi’s ancestors fornicating! Then the two royals drink wine from golden cups after the act. King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba had just produced the future Minelik, Mergheta had told him. On the next page the Queen of Sheba headed back home to Abyssinia. Next, there is another painting of the queen giving birth to Minelik on the banks of the Maibela Creek. Mokria thought it only natural that Janhoi, the present king, should belong to such a couple and such an affair, though the painting didn’t depict the event.

Mergheta Kndye would never mention the Kebre Neggest as the work of a fourteenth-century genius, an Egyptian Coptic priest. Having grown up feeding on the same myths himself, just like Mokria, maybe he believed every bit of it.

Chaos, the defining factor of Abyssinia for too long, needed a solution, and the Egyptian priest had come with a rescue. He produced a perfect myth, he authored Kebre Neggest, Glory of Kings—a lore on whose pages retroactively created legends fit together like bricks in a wall—to explain the present and stabilize the future. It connected the bloodline of the many Abyssinian kings, the Janhois, to that of Solomon, the Israelite king.

The Kebre Neggest, initially written in Arabic, had been translated into Geez, the language of the Axumite Kingdom, the only kingdom that created an indigenous African alphabet. This was long before “Solomonic” kings usurped legitimacy to the throne—long before the Kebre Neggest was conceived, impregnated with a mish-mash of fables, generously sprinkled with scriptures from the Bible and the Koran, and embellished with ancient pornography—retroactively producing a mythical king, Minelik, son of King Solomon, so that future kings including Haile Sellassie, the Janhoi, could claim a title, Elect of God.

Apparently, the Solomonic bloodline had disappeared midway. It had been eradicated from Axum and replaced by the Zagwe Dynasty that ruled Abyssinia for decades. But not before one keeper of the gene had escaped with Solomon’s blood in his veins, according to the fables of Kebre Neggest. The bloodline survived in Shoa for centuries and reappeared in the veins of Yekuno-Amlak, a Janhoi who suddenly came to the picture thanks to the consultation of the Kebre Neggest. The clergy crowned the lost gene-carrier King of Abyssinia on a throne that a Zagwe king abdicated voluntarily, according to the Kebre Neggest; he must have considered his blood less worthy than a Solomonic progeny. The Zagwe king, offspring of the great architects and builders of the rock-hewn churches of Lallibela, abdicated to the lost-and-found peasant Yokuno-Amlak. But Mokria never questioned the fables.

He trusted the Kebre Neggest which said that centuries later, again, some king by the name of Sahle-Sellassie magically proved his Solomonic DNA. As designed, the Kebre Neggest’s attempt to put an end to the power struggle among the nobility, to establish a legitimate condition to assume the throne, succeeded. Janhoi Sahle-Sellassie became the king of Abyssinia. Of course, Haile Sellasie could also plump a bloodline. He did. And he became Janhoi.

Gobezie saw it differently. He considered the Kebre Neggest a mythology that was elevated to the status of a canon and a religious doctrine, came with a great expense and had a profoundly negative effect on the non-Christian people of the region. It immersed Abyssinia into a fanatic theocracy. It crippled scholarship. It blocked enlightenment. It established the absolute power of the church over the state. Abyssinians barricaded themselves in their mountains for centuries, and every time they peeked to the outside world, they found themselves lagging far behind. Giving up on advancement, they retreated, back to the mountains, back to isolation, and engaged in their favorite pastime: bloodletting and pillaging. They effectively built an isolation wall around their country.

Unlike Mokria, Gobezie had learned about it from the perspective of his rebellious uncle, not from the perspective of his father or Mergheta Kndye. Thus, the two brothers were molded into different characters. One looking to the open space and wistful that his country would enjoy justice and fairness, to grow wings and fly; another looking at the Wehni mountaintop, the prison, and wishing he could roll the entire country and quarantine it there, and he, Mokria, would stand guard from where his grandfather stood.

GOBEZIE LIKED THE MISSIONARY SCHOOL in the town nearby, it helped him expand his imagination. Brilliant and an over-achiever, he surpassed older students and gained the admiration of his teachers. He read many books and became more critical of everything around him, and discovered there was knowledge beyond Mergheta Kndye’s tree-shade. Every time he met Mokria, they argued. He would say, “Half a day on a mule back to the limits of one prince’s land! Then equal distance before you reach the end of the Church’s land.” He would shake his head and add, “You travel for weeks before you find a peasant who owns his land!”

“Seytan!” Mokria would snap, “What else does a farmer need? We are living off Janhoi’s land.” He would chastise his younger brother, “You know nothing!”

At an early age, Gobezie recognized that the dynasty that ruled Abyssinia for centuries had nothing to show for the long history.

“You like it this way, Mokria? Our grandfather and now our father delivering their harvest on borrowed donkeys to a prince they never met?”

“Tsere Mariam! The Whites are corrupting you. I heard of your mingling with the missionaries, they are corrupting you just like they corrupted our uncle!” Mokria would frown.

Gobezie knew Mokria’s problem. His uncle had told him of the zealotry of the Jesuits, “serpents! They wanted to baptize the already Christian Tewahdo!” He had said.

His uncle had picked on the Jesuits for the outrageous things they did to the Orthodox. He didn’t like all the zealot missionaries who he thought had gone awry. “Europeans had spread their medieval religious intolerance and introduced fanaticism to Abyssinia. Even Egyptian Copts had brought their hate of Muslims,” he explained, “they wanted to get even with the Arabs who overran their country.”

The missionaries transformed Abyssinia into a confrontational arena between the Abrahamic religions, and the chaos produced a ruling class that thought life was all about wars and invasions. A brutal cycle of power struggle and palace intrigues followed and it disrupted the lives of the poor peasants for centuries—the never-ending state of war became normality.

Gobezie believed only a revolution would end the archaic regime; he had lost hope in its reformation. He believed that a new era of enlightenment should be built on the ashes of the feudal regime. But Mokria had another solution in his mind; he wished to crush anyone who challenged the king, the symbol of Abyssinian rule and pride. The old belief had firmly ingrained itself in Mokria’s mind and he prayed to see Janhoi act like King Tedros. He believed Janhoi was more than fit for that role, if only the white snakes, the cunning Europeans, would leave him alone.

A hundred years and four emperors before Janhoi, another ‘king of kings,’ Kassa of Qwara had attempted to find a stain of Solomon’s blood in his veins. Though the nobility considered him a usurper, he forced an Egyptian bishop to crown him emperor and confirm his Solomonic blood. He picked a crown name for himself, Tedros, a name of an awaited legendary king who, according to the Kebre Neggest, would deliver Abyssinia out of the bloody age and launch an era of prosperity. He fitted the myth of the long awaited king under whose rule the Abyssinia Empire would eclipse the might of the Romans!

Gobezie heard from his uncle that a century earlier, Queen Victoria of England angered Tedros and he retaliated by taking her emissaries, missionaries and other British subjects, hostage. Mergheta Kndye had told Mokria one version of the story: “The queen didn’t respond to Tedros’ letter and that angered him—it is disrespectful!”

His uncle’s version said, “Tedros had proposed to the Queen in the letter and she had rejected him. That angered the king.”

Mokria wondered why Tedros would want to marry a white woman, “Why would she refuse a king’s proposal? Ambetta!” He fumed and insulted the queen as ambetta, locust; he considered white skin as pale as the color of locust.

Tedros had put himself in a bad situation by taking hostages and jailing them in Meqdela, his hilltop capital. Gobezie had passed by that village on his way to Addis Abeba with his uncle.

The Queen of England had dispatched Rassam, a British subject of Iraqi origin, to negotiate the release of the hostages, but Tedros took him hostage as well, and wouldn’t budge. Unknowingly, Tedros had called for an invasion of his country by the British army—probably the first military invasion of a country to free hostages in modern times.

An expedition under the command of General Napier arrived from India and landed at the Red Sea coast, at Zula, ancient Adulis. They built a railway to Segeneiti on the plateau beyond, passed through Tigrai in northern Abyssinia with the full cooperation of Degiat Kassa, a warlord of the region, and marched with elephants, mules and horses, all the way to Meqdela, Tedros’ straw-hut dotted capital city. They attacked it. Tedros’ prized-weapon, the cannon he forced his hostages to fabricate and which he baptized Sevastopol, failed. Angry, the erratic Tedros pushed hundreds of his soldiers over the cliffs to their death, a punishment for not fighting gallantly, for failing to defeat the invaders. He barricaded himself on the hilltop; the British soldiers stormed Meqdela, went straight to Tedros’ tent and found him dead. He had swallowed a bullet from his own pistol, a gift from Queen Victoria in better times. General Napier had reversed course and headed north with his invading army, towards the Red Sea. Gobezie’s uncle wondered: “Any place the Europeans invaded, they stayed as colonizers; the British expedition didn’t occupy Abyssinia. I still do not understand why!”

On his way back to the Red Sea, Napier armed Degiat Kassa to the teeth with thousands of rifles and ammunition—a reward for his cooperation with the expedition against Tedros. Degiat Kassa became the strongman of the region, he assumed Tedros’ throne and named himself King Yohannes IV, another Janhoi.  A little over a decade into his rule, the Italians established a colony on the cost of the Red Sea and named it Eritrea. Soon, Yohannes died fighting the Mahdi of Sudan.

Following the death of Yohannes, Menelik II, an Amhara king, named himself king of kings. He spread his authority to the north and stopped at the border of the Italian colonial territory, Eritrea. He headed east, pillaged the Harrer and the Ogaden regions, and stopped only when he reached the confines of European-controlled areas of Kenya, Somalia, Djibouti and Somaliland. Menelik II, a namesake of the first Minelik, the mythical son of Solomon, the one born in Maibela, had built his empire on the bones of many people; and in that, he surpassed the brutality of Tedros and the fanaticism of Yohannes.

WHEN MOKRIA WAS SEVENTEEN, his two younger brothers had become old enough to do all the farm work. Besides, the landlord had sent a family of five to work part of the land that Mokria’s family worked on and all the land on which his uncle farmed. His uncle had seen this coming; he had abandoned the life of a sharecropper and moved to the capital. He had taken Gobezie along and enrolled him in a secondary school. Gobezie was so smart that the school director had advanced him a year. His uncle, thanks to his enterprise, had quickly become a grain wholesaler. It didn’t take him long to be established in the city and he promised to send Gobezie to a private school even just for his final year—maybe Wingate, or that French school!

Having finished his studies under Mergheta Kndye, Mokria had briefly entertained the idea of becoming a priest in a remote monastery; he saw a different life for himself now that his younger brothers had become adults. But then he heard of a recruitment by the army. He thought he would have an opportunity to defeat the Roman Empire as the Kebre Neggest prophesied. His father approved of his son’s decision with happiness. Mokria trekked to the nearest town and enlisted. He would be a well-trained soldier in a year.

He had found a corner for himself behind the cabin of the military truck and joined many young farmers from the countryside on the five-hour drive to the training camp. One year seemed a long time but soon, Mokria realized the training period had passed quickly—he learned marching, shooting, handling grenades and an M14 rifle. A trained soldier, he stood in line with hundreds of young country boys in the graduation ceremony. The commander congratulated the batch for a successful training and pumped into them patriotic zeal that should be translated by loyalty to the king. In his speech, he explained the challenges ahead: the bandits are challenging Janhoi’s government in the North and they must be crushed. The officers avoided mentioning Eritrea as if a vulgar word and referred to it by its direction, the North. “Throughout the last four years we have been patient, now the bandits of the North have to be crushed without mercy,” the commander had said.

Mokria still had that one task he wanted to accomplish in his lifetime—eclipsing the Roman Empire. He had no idea the Roman Empire had collapsed almost two-thousand years earlier. His brother Gobezie would have reminded him, but by then he had gone away with his uncle.

“Are they Roman bandits?” Mokria asked the soldier on his side in a whisper. The soldier laughed, almost attracting the attention of the commander.

Mokria became the joke of the camp and the troops made fun of him; that angered Mokria so much that he punched a soldier who laughed at him. It took five men to separate them. Later that night he learned that, “Muslim bandits are trying to sell Janhoi’s Red Sea Coast to the Arabs.” He found solace remembering Mergheta Kndye who had never missed an opportunity to mention Janhoi’s greatness to Mokria. “All the Whites bow their heads for him,” he had said, “He drove the fascists away and freed the country.”

“Yetabatachew Areboch! We have to stop the damned Arabs,” Mokria was enraged.

Having completed his training, the officer told him that he would be stationed in Keren, in the North, after spending a four-week leave visiting his parents before packing for Eritrea.

He traveled for three days, walking and hitch hiking on lorries for short distances and walking again until he finally reached Wehni-Ber under a drizzle. Clad in green military uniform, leather boots, and a military sack, he walked towards his parent’s hut feeling as proud as one of the ancient warriors in the many stories that his father told him about. It felt like years since he left his village, walking the trails made him feel like crying in happiness. He spotted his mother from a distance as she milked the family cow. Mokria shouted, mother: “Emayeh! Emayeh!”

His mother didn’t recognize him at first, but as he came closer, she recognized the very soldierly son of hers. She dropped the bowl she carried and ran to meet Mokria. They hugged and kissed each other for a long time. She stepped back several times to inspect his uniform, admiring every piece on his body. Mokria followed his mother to the hut; she ululated loudly, attracting the attention of the village women who peeped through the doors of their huts to find out what was going on, and they joined the ululation as they discovered the warrior of the village had returned home.

Mokria’s father and his brothers had not returned from the fields. Until they returned, Mokria busied himself drinking tella and eating injera left over from the previous day—he had missed his mother’s cooking. Soon his father arrived and saw Mokria. He dropped the sickle that rested on his shoulder and embraced Mokria. “Endie! You have grown up immensely, what were they feeding you?”

“It is what you already fed me father, the camp food is tasteless bread and canned meat; I suspect it is not beef as they claim!”

“You have high shoes, endie! And a jacket! Ererere, and a wide belt!”

They talked until late that night. A lot had changed in his absence. Gobezie had gone to college; his uncle didn’t manage to get him to a private school. Now he promised to send him abroad for graduate studies once he received his degree.

FOR THREE WEEKS THEY PAPMERED Mokria at Wehni-Ber. Now he had to return to the camp and join his battalion on his way to Eritrea.

The convoy drove through treacherous mountains, over bottomless gorges and bridges that Mokria thought would collapse anytime. For three days he had been on a meandering dirt road that seemed to drop from one mountain to a valley and abruptly climb to yet another mountain. Countless streams briefly interrupted the green landscape. He then reached a bald brownish region, the landscape got drier and the vegetation slowly disappeared. From a distance, he could now see small structures with shinning metal roofs; he discovered they would soon reach the town of Adua. This is where we defeated the Fascists, Mokria thought. He felt proud. Even his uncle and his brother Gobezie felt proud of that battle, the Battle of Adua, probably one of the few things they agreed about. Now that there are no more European fascists in Eritrea, but only bandits, they should be defeated, just as the Abyssinians defeated the fascists at Adua. “How far to Korem?” Mokria asked his sergeant.

The sergeant laughed, “We passed Korem hours ago. We are going to Keren, with an N, not Korem.”

After a short stop, the convoy rolled on and reached the Mereb River.

“Is this Maibela?” Mokria asked.

No one responded. Mokria guessed it was not.

They arrived in Asmera early in the morning and pitched tents in a field close to the main garrison. They were free for the day. Mokria found a distant relative, a sergeant who showed him around. “Take me to Maibela,” Mokria asked. They walked there.

He knew from the Kebre Neggest that the Queen of Sheba gave birth to King Minelik in that creek, Maibela. Now, three thousand years later, Mokria found it to be a sewer carrier, and nothing like the rivers he knew—he had something close to the Nile in mind. He had also expected to find a shrine in the holy place, there was none. In shock, he clamped his nostrils with his thumb and index finger.

“How could a queen give birth in such a dirty place?” He asked the sergeant.

“This is the refuse of the White people of the city, their droppings. When the Queen of Sheba passed through here, the water was as clear as silver—no White droppings, not even native urine.”

Mokria met his first true disappointment. He tried to imagine what else he had learned in the Kebre Neggest that might turn out to be a disappointment.

“Minelik was born here?” he asked disbelieving his eyes that the renowned Queen of Sheba would have given birth to the son she bore from King Solomon in that dirty place.

“Enjalet! I don’t know! Minelik is not even his name,” the sergeant replied. He must have been properly initiated and went through the shock well before Mokria came.

That was Minelik I, who, according to the Kebre Neggest, was supposedly born there three thousand years earlier.

There was Menelik II who claimed to be the descendant of Menelik I and who died some fifty years before Mokria saw the original Menelik’s birthplace, Maibela.

Few palace dramas followed the death of Minelik. His daughter Zewditu succeeded him and her nephew Iyassu, succeeded her. But the clergy and the feudal lords accused him of having Muslim sentiments and deposed Iyassu, the son of Ras Ali, whom Yohannes defeated, converted and Christened Michael, who had married Minelik’s daughter who gave birth to Iyassu. The marriage was a deal to make sure Ali doesn’t one day remember he was Ali and revolt against Minelik.

In a similar deal, Mennen, Michael’s mother, was married to two kings, and she had given her daughter to Tedros to keep him on a leash. That failed. Then, another great-nephew of Ali/Michael, another illegitimate son, the brutally notorious Wube, had challenged Tedros’ control of the throne but he failed.

Iyassu became a victim of his recklessness as well as his brutality—he had enslaved thousands of Oromos before he left to the desert and started to flirt with his Muslim cousins. The nobility and the clergy replaced him  with another claimant to Solomonic blood, Ras Tefferi, who they crowned Emperor Haile Sellasie, literally “The Power of the Trinity,” or more colorfully, “His Majesty, King of Kings, Elect of God, The Conquering Lion of Judah, Emperor Haile Sellasie 1st.” Janhoi, short for the seventeen word title.

“What? What was his name then?” Mokria was curious.

“It was Ibn’l Malik or Bin Melik, Arabic or Hebrew meaning the king’s son. Our captain told us that—he is educated and has books, he knows many things.”

Mokria wondered if the captain was not impersonating his brother Gobezie—he sounded like him. ‘Would Mergheta Kndye lie to me?’ Mokria wondered, still not bold enough to question the validity of the Kebre Neggest fables; yet he blamed Mergheta Kndye for not telling him that in Eritrea, they desecrated the birthplace of Minelik. He was angry at the captain who suggested Minelik’s name was not an original Abyssinian name, and that it could be Arabic or Hebrew. Aren’t the Arabs bidding to buy Eritrea from the bandits? Aren’t they the ones who want to take Janhoi’s Red Sea? The Red Sea that has always been the gate for the invaders who attacked Abyssinia? Didn’t English Whites come through it to kill Tedros? Janhoi should not let go of the Red Sea; Mokria promised himself to fight and defeat the bandits in the North, the Land Beyond the Mereb River. He promised himself to pacify The Land of the Sea.

“Of Kings And Bandits” is available in English, and can be ordered by clicking this link. The book is translated into Arabic and awaiting final editing and proof reading and hopefully it will be out before the end of 2017: .

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    A significant jump to a timely quick glance to a page, much like Vet Leader of the ELF Seid SaleH and Malcolm X pausing to answere epetomy leadership qualities SOUGHT. Take note of the time period where Malcolm [[Known Pillar]] returns from the, Haj-Sacred Religious Pilgrimage, One of Five Islamic…(pardon my ignorance..), The Greatest Era of recent American, African and Global History, post WWII and WHEN Malcolm X announced that he intends to file an International Legal Grievance Suit on behalf of the American Negro That I am NOW. As well as the time of Notable Eritrean GiAnts parallel transgressions of agreements to reinforce the relatively young UNHCR. Sheikh Ibrahim Sultan ( Ad Ibrahim & Wehni Ber… Sounding like the We/nHna and Nationality/biHierat) Elite 9

    Abi should notice, as I do now, that the First Negro to face a Majestic Indignation and Challenge Law in Same echo chambers was An African King of Kings Ras Tefferi King Slasie I)

    Why does it matter? ( Elite KindiShiH Nitric, Brhan and AbrahamH to the dance.Negro! tSELim, Tukur Sew.)

    Respectfully engaging for the Ustaz SJG’s available and ready canoe for smooth sailing to receive the Distinguished Laureate Prize as Notables Columbian Miguel Garcia MarQuez, American Toni Morrison, and Nigeria’s Chenua Achebe) Perhaps we Eritreans are greatly undervaluing our true valuation of our GEMS.

    Malcolm X, The Now Pillar said, we the Negro have to strive for POLITICAL MATURITY. I submitted to you The Organization of African Unity SHOULD IMMEDIATELY Recognize The African Diaspora Negro Population an Immediate Nation Continental Passport in order for The African Continent would pull more than it’s own weight and to bump up the global free and fare trade market.
    Oh Captain My Captain Say, The UB, UA Rams and Great Danes NCAA Electoral College Elite Nine.

    Gheteb , Ibi Soba Uchena Ikenze the Alchemist’s Buffalo Soldier. Jambo Africa . Papa Sam, “Mama Said Knock Him Out.” LL Kool J is Hard As Hell, Frmajo. Somalia-Well Done. Things Do Indeed Fall Apart. We dey go To The DELTA Ninja Chenua Awards. Ogidi Anambra State.

    Paul E9, Your Cannot Ready? It’s Applications Time. Waiting for the Third Val Kilmer … Energy.
    iSEM if You are the first to lead with “what did he say? I will utilize permutations switching positions of The Single Celebrate Propoiy what ever that big single cell organism as the Center Awate U Squad in agreement with of course The Captain Saay7 in electing KndishiH Nitric as Eritrean President in Diaspora with an immediate Demand For our right to treck in our pursuit of happiness.

    If The Eritrean Sheikh Ibrahim Sultan argued for Human Rights in the the Halls of the UNHCR adjacent to That Variable EeeSentiak Next to Malcolm X, Then Surely Saay7 Will Bring The American Spirit if Liberty … Brother Bishop Turner, Sister Ruth? Young NY Collegiate NAACP Scholarly Members will Stand Next To Saay7 & in front of the OAU. {Hypothesis Hypothetical{PFDJ and of the very disciplined and and highly skilled Y, Yes we no You Git this And it’s All Good But add to It You Need This as We in The Opposition Need You. Let’s take The Eritrean Flava Flave P.E.#1 Fight The Power by Heading to the next Level of AmEritrean GiTsaTE tunned ears to the Words these words “Political Maturity!” Malcolm spoke.
    Saay.. Frmajo Ustaz … Perhaps I am a bold headed maturing man with numerous combs standing in front of the mirror seeing nothing to comb. “Accidental discovery of sugar substitute… Paul…? Paleontology

    Aya Amanuel, Aya IshmaelAA, Tekeze Fanti Ghana, Amde (Nitric KndishiH you got next dude!–Scratch That You Got Now.
    Best MaHmuday, Abi… We are now ready for The Ethiopian Government And Peoples Representatives of the Brotherly Kin Folk For Ethiopia’s Official Announcement Vis-a-Vid Badume- 70 30 Review SeQuire legal and binding alternative proposal for lasting peace. In which we Eritreans and Ethiopians break ground soon of The NCAA Tournament Regulation Size Swimming Pool to be named in honor of Rob… You must be Tripping too.. you could get a lane, okay Four lanes-You need to.cinsult with a great Dr. Dietitian from Eritrea, yeah!
    Sorry Bud My Half Brother Tokirir of The Tekeze and Gash Barka, ATI IshmaelAA Lead Elite Nine Name of The Pool. The Brother Malcolm X – Tukur Sew Collegiate Swimming Pool for All Nations.

    Selam. peace.
    The Hippo Tekeze
    Agniyeya Azilo40 in 40 Children’s Book Press.
    AmEritrean GitSAtSE… Your product Truly. Humbly.

  • Nitricc

    Hey P; this is for you and the careless Ethiopians on this forum, who are trying to tells otherwise. listen and learn.

  • Kim Hanna

    Selam Abi,
    Good to see you too. I was checking your posts whenever I could.
    I think I know now that, this Resun, guy, is the source of information and wisdom to Nitricc. What do you think. He puts the fake news people to shame.
    Mr. K.H

  • Abi

    Selam Ato Saleh
    I was reading your book and enjoying my coffee while relaxing on the recliner with my feet up …
    And come to a sudden stop when I read this
    “The tough job would only be end by mid-Meskerem,September, when the four -month season of festivities and weddings would begin. Mekuria would then linger around with not much work to do except feeding and milking the only family cow”.
    Now , as far as I know Meskerem is a busy month in a farmer’s life in Ethiopia. The wedding and festivities start in Miazia after the end of the fasting season. It starts after Easter Sunday. Not before. Never heard of festivities while fasting and extremely busy on the farm.

    Mekuria’s family has only one milking cow. And Mekuria is less busy. If Mekuria’s father is a farmer how come he doesn’t own oxen? Besides where is the calf? If a ferenj is reading this he might think the farmer is using a tractor for farming or may be renting oxen.

    I stopped reading to ask for some explanations.

    • Saleh Johar

      Couldn’t he have a tractor? Or the Oxen were sold, or died, or he uses borrowed Oxen. Be imaginative and take your pick. That might have been my Frenji moment trying to use Gregorian and Abyssinian names of months. You delete the Meskerem. But here is a suggestion, read the sentence as follows: be end of the next month, when the four -month season of festivities and weddings would begin…..

      If that will not work, there is something called “next edition.”

      I choose Meskerem because it is the news year holiday, then after two weeks Mesqel, and they are the biggest festivities… I hope that works for you, and please don’t be stuck with one word in a 120,000 word book 🙂

      I am glad you are reading it, but just afraid you might scream, “yetaabatu!” in the middle of it and throw it away 🙂

      Thank you for the feedback, there are a few more that some readers made me aware of. Thank you again.

      • Abi

        Selam Ato Saleh
        You know I’m very imaginative:)
        Ok , this is how I imagine the situation
        በሬዎቹ ለእንቁጣጣሽና መስቀል በዓላት ታረዱ
        “እንዲህ ልጠግብ በሬዬን አረድኩት”

        የት ይደርሳል የተባለው ጥጃ ልኳንዳ ተራ ተገኘ!

        ዶሮዎቹን ፈንግል ፈጃቸው

        I will never say “yetabatu”. That is disrespectful. I might say “yetabatachew!” I’m very respectful:))

        I like to be in the board of advisors for the 2nd edition.

  • G. Gebru

    Dear Saleh “Gedi”Johar,
    How are you brother?

    Thanks God, after that scary moment, it is nice to see you as vibrant as ever engaging all ages and images. (ከከም ዕድሚኡነ ከከም መልክዑን ወይ አማጻጽኡን)
    Saleh, it is more than two years now that messages and articles that I try to mail to your various addresses fail. The electronic message I get for the reason of the failure reads “you don’t have sufficient permission to enter this server”. Since I am not sure on which side is the problem, I humbly request your brotherLy help to sorting it out.

    Thanks and best regards,
    G. Gebru.

    • GitSAtSE


      እዚሎ40 Press.
      Do you know how to say ፉኩማያ ዪ ? I am dining with Lucifer him,self! Because,
      “A friend of the Devil is a Fiend of Mine” On the Greatfull Dead Space Ship has taught me architectual designs such as a tunneling through air. Parsllel Universes that are hidden from those who gauge out their own eyes beacouse of fear and ego to claim that they are very clever and take credi boasing of their prowess when it is God’s mercifulness that is allowing them to breath. I have seen the ship with round feet thst is reserved they have reserved a seat where they will be tortured with no end of time…

      Fukumaya you– Burnning my own for the day of wrath , V day for Vendeta when the Hound with 64 gnashinh Canines will,be let loose to,Feed a Joyus Feast.

      The Devil my friend awaits. We are sharing kubayasshi with Keyser Soze.

      I am submitying this to you Gebru to see what you think,about it. From,my Agniyeya Azilo40 Press

      Hope it will infuse breath to those lungless leaches breathing artificialy.

      ብዘይ ሓጹር ብዘይ ሰማይ ብዘይ ምድሪ የለን ትሕተ ምደሪ። How do you say undetground ij English ha ha l! You crack me up. ደምይ ይተሓንኮኸ የዕጽምተይ ይቀጥቀጥ። ውረ ገና፡ ለሚ ዘምን ገል ክንር ኢና። ስለየ ደሕነት ሃገር ብጥርጣረን ሰኣን ዓቕሚ ሳምቡአን ክጭልግፋ ኢየን። ሓወልቲ ፑሸክን ምህላለ፡ ጭቕጭቕ ንታ ሕንቲ ማርሞ፡ መጽሓፍ ክግንጽላ።
      ኖትስ ካብ tHtemdri… If your eyes it is better you use a farkieta gouge them end eat them like Hanibal. It will taste like አስ ክር ኪድ ኪድ ጎ ጎ።
      ሓዝ ሓዝ o10110 22.

      Agniyeya Azilo Press40

      ጻጸ Solo7

  • Ismail AA

    Hayak Allah Gash Solomon,
    Wey gud! this time, more “werq” than “sem”. Enjoyed it.

  • GitSAtSE

    Selamat ርሱን።

    Wekcome the Awate Universiy! AHmed Raji, I told me was assigned as your RA and Tutor/Mentor. You are fortunate Grea Dane, for he is a gentle artist. Pay close attention on his collection of Oil on Canvas of Paintings. The Blue Islands of Semhar and The Port of Massawa…
    Great source of maticulous Data are also,amongst the assets you shoulf take advantage of. Have you chosen a majo?

    ሞያኻ አንታይ ኢዩ? Yes Sir, i may have mistaken you for with Bull The Bull Dogs of Georgia Dogs. Yeah well well my old age and short Memory I am consulting with the Dr. Muhands Paul.

    And you will,appreciate Coach TripleA’s Zennnn Defense.

    A Great Dane of UofzA” ha ThevWildaCats will,have their hands full. A fly in the,habd and the one coucco that flew,away. Oh you wise Hypo with the Congo choice fot your hike at The Blue Mountains..

    I,Envission,The breaking of the ground and completion,of Blue Island.

    tSAtSE Solo7

  • Peace!

    Dear ደለይቲ ፍትሒ

    Finally encouraging news is emerging…

    “ብብዝተወሃሃደ ወተሃደራዊ ስርሒት 22 እሱራት ካብ ፕሪማ ካንትሪ ሓራ ወጺኦም።

    ዕለት 7 ለካቲት ካብ ፕሪማ ካንትሪ ኣብ ዝርከብ ቤትማእሰርቲ ብሓለውቲ ተኾብኪቦም ናብ ናይ ሕርሻ ዕዮ ዝውሰዱ ዝነበሩ 22 እሱራት ብዝተፈነወ ዝተወሃሃደ ወተሃደራዊ ስርሒት ሓራ ኮይኖም። እቲ ስርሒት ብ7 ለካቲት ወጋሕታ ኣብ ሰዓታት ዝተፈጸመ ኮይኑ ብሃደ ኣድቢዩ ዝጸንሐ ዕጡቕ ኣሃዱ ኢዩ ተፈጺሙ። ”


    • GitSAtSE


      يا حوزحيا بول كلب. الابطال ال بوت ريوتس, The Patriots, قتالوكم اخيرن. ال تحرير معا عمل.

      tSAtSE ۷ ۴۴

      • Peace!

        هلا ايش القصد من كلامك مافهمت عليك


        • Fanti Ghana

          Selam Peace!

          Don’t worry, you are not alone.

        • GitSAtSE

          ما عندي ال لوفا حاغي و كيلامت و طريق نزيفا. بس بس طريقات ال شوق و اكلاب. اكتارو الكزاب و الحارامي.

  • Kim Hanna

    Selam Awatistas,
    Oh Boy! This chapter sounds more like what a Bulgarian tourist wrote in his home town local Sunday paper. The Bulgarian tourist learned all these highlights from his driver and guide. Throughout the piece you sense the air of 60’s socialist and European superiority sentiments about the stories of the natives.
    (on the other hand if you prefer, you could look at it as ….a pot calling a kettle black———a cracked pot at that)
    I hope, one day, I will read a novel about how Haile Selassie fought for the majority of his people and lost. The victors ruled the land of Eritrea for generations. The future rebels will eventually learn the prophesies of Haile Selassie and canonize him. A new version of Rastafarians will crop up in East Sudan and spread towards the east. That can be truly called a HISTORICAL NOVEL, but I will settle for a fiction.
    Mr. K.H

    • Saleh Johar

      Him Kim,

      Nice comment.

      Now please consider the possibility that the kettle is actually made of clay, and that it could have been cracked!

      Just consider that and all will be fine, in Bulgaria 🙂

      • GitSAtSE

        Hey Saleh Johar,

        A boiled crab, in my work in service industiry., “would you like that cracked and clean Sir/mam” at the Fish Bowl. where the two fish Swam. Luam Rgbit Selam Picadilli and Trroufles fagerefh**** Square.. “Wish you were here’ Pink Floyed I was reminded by your comment.

        From,accross the Pond. Canoe and the Chisel Ustaz SJG

        ጻጸ Solo7

    • Nitricc

      Hey Kim, I was wondering where the hack you have been. Please don’t disappear like that. anyway do you know king Hailesilase mother was a muslim and her name was Jemilla? I am hoping this fact will easy up your contempt to muslim.

      • Kim Hanna

        Selam Nitricc,
        I have been around. I saw your run into the Law and the payment of debt to Awate society.
        Regarding your above comment, I wonder what word or words conveyed that message to you. I am at a loss. But then Nitricc is being Nitricc.
        Mr. K.H

        • Saleh Johar

          Hi Nitricc and Kim,

          Nitricc: your comment was simply misreading. I do not understand why you jumped into accusing Kim for hate of Muslims. It’s unfair and when people make such serious accusations, they should be able to defend them.

          Kim: what Nitricc said about you is similar in nature to your comment earlier. He read a few sentences and reached a conclusion, you read a chapter (maybe skimmed through it) and reached at a conclusion. You were both hasty.

          *In Tigrayit, there is a saying: shaafig Ouwur wallid (the hasty begets a blind baby) in Tigrinya, Qultuf Ouwur ywelid. I hope Fanti or any other doctor would explain to us if that is possible. There is also one in Arabic: kema tudiinu tudaan (Just like you condemn others (wrongly) you will be condemned (wrongly). And the Indians would say, KARMA. While the Americans would say, KARMA is a B… (I just made that up). Both of you, please take it easy 🙂

          *SAAY, keep away from my proverbs, they are authenticated.

        • Abi

          Hi Mr Kim H
          Good to see you.

      • GitSAtSE


        Coach Triangle Offense .TripleA is telling directing you to play defence by guarding Peace tight. Play metro Zone D####a Cleveland Rocks! Hall of Fame King James! Is like ATCQ Papa was a Rolling Stone.

        ISEM,will use Filyer Zennnnmmmmm on Ya Ming KimHana.
        Rome was not Built in One Day.
        Watch you don’t get a technicsl foul with you Rhodman and D Town, B

        Sith Sting is “Usless Says” ! ™The Wise Hypo Tekeze Fantination.

        Dub Nation One!

      • GitSAtSE


        Keep it G! Scottie Pippen aint Easy.


      • abysinay

        ..and you find it on which ..holmes.. mastawesha……..or you were the nurse..@ z birth time of this Indian..witch.

      • Paulos


        I bet you read that on the front page of Enquirer magazine on your way out from a convenience store.

        • Abi

          Hi Paul
          The General was on the express line ( 15 items or less) at a grocery store with a full cart of groceries.
          He can not read or count:)) He only bites!

          • Paulos


            ምን ታረገዋለህ የምያስቅ ነገር ነው

    • Fanti Ghana

      Hello my most cherished KH,

      Welcome back. I missed you. Here is your reward for showing up.

      ሠራህና አዳምን ከተልካሻ ጭቃ
      አቆምክና እባብን፤ ለሔዋን ጠበቃ
      አንተ ባስረታኸው፤ እሱን ልትቀጣ
      (ቀልዱን ተወው፤)
      ይልቅ፤ ይቅርታህን እንካ፤
      ይቅርታህን አምጣ፤

      From the book of “መልክአ ዑመር”

      From the original work of Omar Khayyam (Persia)
      Translated work by Edward Fitzgerald (English)
      Translated work by Tesfaye Gessesse. (Ethiopiawigna)

      • Kim Hanna

        Selam Fanti Ghana,
        Thanks for the reward.
        I might have to ask for Abi’s help on this one.
        Fanti, you had an article posted a while ago. It was very good. Sorry to have missed participating on the comment section.
        There was also another quality article by Mahmud Saleh about the American politics. His analysis was on par with SAAY. I was gona get to it but didn’t.
        M.S is full of surprises. His logic, his reasoning was in full display in that article.
        Surprise, because he always went banana, ape bonkers (no logic, no reasoning) whenever Ethiopia was mentioned.
        Mr. K.H
        I came out empty handed on that Tigrinya song….Asmara Addis Aba ….

      • Ismail AA

        Selam Fanta,
        Nice tip; has Omar Khayyam’s book been translated to Amharic. I once stayed in Iran and tried to read his ‘Rubaiyat” in Persian though I could not get the joy they provide due to my poor Persian at the time.

        • Fanti Ghana

          Selamat Ustaz Isamail AA,

          Yes indeed. Although I am not sure how close the Amharic version is to the original work (it was translated from the English version), it is quite amazing. I only wish that there was more of it. Tesfaye translated the title “rubaiyat” to “ye Omar Khayyam rub ayatoch” which has the the sound of “a quarter of Omar Khayyam’s grandparents” in Amharic. It is the smallest but greatest book I ever read.

          • saay7


            Tesfaye translated the title “rubaiyat” to “ye Omar Khayyam rub ayatoch” which has the the sound of “a quarter of Omar Khayyam’s grandparents” in Amharic.


            This is starting out as a great Friday.


          • Fanti Ghana

            Selam Saay,

            If it wasn’t for its ridiculously smallness (40 pages and mostly pictures and blanks), it would have been the greatest, bar none. The introduction is by SibHat Gebre Ezgeabher, another super funny author, a classmate and childhood friend of the author. He started his introduction with “… Tesfaye used to be normal like the rest of us…then one day “kinf aweTa…I never thought he could read it let alone translate it…”

          • Ismail AA

            Ahlen Fanti,

            Thanks for responding to my enquiry. You are absolutely right those four-line stanzas are indeed amazing. It give extraordinary flavor when the Iranians read it in their own language. The lyrics turn in the listener’s ear to soft music.

            I had seen his statue in one of Tehran’s parks. The statue depicts Omar Khayyam holding a book and a big mug (kuze in Persian) near him. I asked my Iranian friend what the mug represented. He told me that Omar Khayyam relished wine and is said to had used a mug for his drinks.


          • Saleh Johar

            Hi Ismail, Fanti, and all,

            You are right Ismail, an Iranian reading Omar AlKhayam in the original Persian is a different kind of music to the ears. You do not need to know the language though you feel connected to it. Do you remember them emphasizing, “Khodaaa”, for God? And there are a lot of German and English sounding words in Persian (mother of the Aryan race by the way):

            mother = madar
            Daughter = dochtar
            Brother = baradar

            Incidentally, there was a guard/janitor in a building I lived for a while, Yassin. He was so poor and simple that absed on human prejudice, you would think he doesn’t have basic education let alone discuss literature–he had many books of Khayam, Shirazi, Ferdosi and others. I first learned about Mnour Hallaj from him and then I couldn’t stop reading about the controversial mystic Hallaj–for those who do not know, Hallaj was a mystic Sufi who was brutally executed when he claimed that he attained so much clarity of mind that he become one (united) with God.

            Khyam’s Rubaeyat (Quatrain) could have been translated as “Araatoch” in Amharic instead of rub-ayatoch–but then, Abi’s people would not miss a chance to do qnie in any occasion 🙂

            I do not see any mention of literature from our immediate region. Now that Kheyam is mentioned, and your rejoinder about Iran, let me take you a bit closer, to Aden, when it was South Yemen under the socialists.

            Anyone who has been to a country under socialist rule remembers the ugly arched propaganda structures they put on the streets. There was one in Aden that carried a verse by the Yemeni poet, Abdullah Albaradoni. Here I will give you the first two lines that were written on the arch, I added the last two lines to give you a sense of the beauty of the verse (English is my translation). It reads:

            يوما من الدهر لم تصنع اشعته شمس الضحى
            بل صنعناه بايدينا
            قد كونته الوف من جماجمنا
            وصنعته قرونا من مأسينا

            A day in eternity whose rays were not created by the morning sun
            But we created it with our own hands
            It was formed by thousands of our skulls
            And created by the centuries of our tragedies

            Since the slogans of the struggle era were fresh in mind, that verse was stuck in my mind to this day. I am not sure if there are translations of AlBaradoni’s work, but he is a poet whose work many of you would enjoy. It is also remarkable that AlBaradoni composes his poems by heart because he was blind–he died in 1999.

          • Ismail AA

            Alf tahiya ustaz Saleh,
            Thank you for adding a chapter to my very modest information about the vast literary wealth of Persia.

            Perhaps the fact that Persians, and modern Iranians, were and are born versed in appreciating literature, mainly poetry, may not be an exaggeration. As you have rightly written, probably there is no Iranian family, whatever its members’ exposure to literacy maybe, that do not own copies of the works of the giant literary men you have mentioned.

            It is not something unexpected for an Iranian gentleman or lady to respond to someone’s recital of verses from poetry in his/her own recital at casual social gatherings such dinner parties. The Iranians have enormous capacity to retain verses that they hear from learned people.

            One of the things I observed was that the Persian culture had been so pragmatic that it blended ancient Zoroastrianism and Sufism. I think this was due to curiosity which the Iranians are known for. This is at root of their love for education and knowledge. For a young Iranian migrant the first priority is to learn something, and most of them struggle to learn the language and culture of the place as quickly as possible and seek to find access to schooling.

            As to Al Baradoni and his work, it is quite true that he was one of the giants in the Arab region. I have no clue whether his poem were translated to other languages.

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Memhir,

            “mother of the Aryan race by the way”

            Have you ever tried to promise yourself “I will laugh later.” If you had, you know it doesn’t work. If you haven’t, now you know it doesn’t work. In fact, the attempt and the silliness of it all will make you laugh even more. That is what happened to me earlier today.

            Anyway, I have an excellent book on the “History of the English language,” and of course German is the source, but what is amazing is the staggering amount of words English has incorporated. It is hard to imagine how the old Germans understood one another with the remaining “original” words.

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Ismail AA,

            The wine and the jug, actually all the original hand drawn depictions of the story lines, are also included in the translation. There is a picnic scene where he describes a good moment: the woman he is in love with, food just enough for two, his book, and the wine. In fact the cover picture is him comfortably lying down outdoors pouring wine down his mouth from that jug just inches away from his face. What a drawing!

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Ismail AA,
            Correction: on the cover picture he is looking at and contemplating a glass of wine against the background of the moon while the jar is sitting at his side (probably the picture you saw) the image where he he is drinking from the jar is inside the book and he is standing. I mixed the two and created my own image. Still a great image, but I wanted to apologize for my erroneous description of the cover earlier.

          • Ismail AA

            Kubur Haw Fanti,
            No problem; we all make errors. Your understanding of Omar Khayyam and his outlook is highly admirable. Your taste for literary values seems to me real. Thank you for the information.

    • Hayat Adem

      Hi Kim,
      I was thinking of saying something to welcome you in a special way. And your mention of kettle/pot triggered a memory of a funny story I heard a while ago from Angel Gebrie (courtesy of Abi). Am not sure if i shared here before but the story is so soothing and help you ponder about
      A young boy called Tariku started his career serving as an usher at Weyzero Degnesh’s TejBet located in a small town near Dessie. He served at the same place, earning the same wage, using the same kettle for 20+ years. He grew into adult age with some tears and wears but the kettle suddenly exploded while it was on his hand being used to power the Tej. His employer, being so mean, deducted the price of the exploded kettle from his paycheck of that month. Customers who heard this were very mad at the owner. But Tariku was not angry about it at all. He was proud that he outlived the kettle. When people asked him how he was doing, Tariku would say (I hope i get these lines right)
      Alehu alehu alehu elalehu
      Kemankorkoriyaw ene eshalalehu
      Sew birtu
      Biret kentu
      Ps: I wish to read books written on characters like Tariku. He saw some victory in a situation where everyone else saw a victim. Blessed are those who tell us how to stay optimistic in every situation and go forward.

      • Abi

        Hi Abbyisinian Queen
        የሰው ልጅ ብርታት የብረት ከንቱነት
        የጠጅ ጥንካሬ የደግነሽ ክፋት
        የገብርኤል ተአምር የአደም ዘር ፅናት
        በታሪኩ ታሪክ ሁሉንም አየሁት

        • Hayat Adem

          Hi those of you who are good at Amharic,
          I smell Pushkin in the above lines by Abi, do you? Look how he used “birtat and biret”; look how he used “degnesh and kifat”; look how he is overly and yet seamlessly generous to exemplify me as a character of endurance; … i think you are something Abi…
          And if kim, amde, fanti, horizon et al are not seeing all these, i will blame it on my Amharic.

          • saay7


            Abi the Wit is the king of alliterations and homophones….but

            Amde, Awatista of the Year, is Logic Incarnate.

            Example: Abi, using his favorite tool, limericks full of alliterations and homophones, mentioned Atse Teodros powerful message of perseverance
            Amde delivered a fatal shot by pointing out that a guy who committed the ultimate surrender (suicide) is no position to give message of perseverance.

            That Amde score 1 and Abi scored 0 is like saying a soccer team lost 0-1 and the 1 was scored by Ibrahimovic. (Abi will get the joke)


          • Abi

            Keep driving. Amde’s goal was “own goal” at a friendly game played by reserves.
            Anyway, I up voted you for mentioning Ibra.

          • Berhe Y

            Hi Abi,

            Speaking of Ibra, have you seen the Swedish born Eritrean Alexander Isaac touted as the “next Zlatan Ibrahimovic”.


          • Abi

            Hi Berhe
            He is a promising young man . I hope to see him in a big league. Preferably EPL.

          • Berhe Y

            Hi Abi,

            I think there was an offer to Real Madrid and may be England but he declined and chose Germany instead, so he can develop. It’s not disclosed but apparently it’s highest transfer paid to swede.

            I think it’s a good move and hopefully we will see more of him.


          • Hayat Adem

            Lovely and lovely Saay,
            If i could clap with two hands on their separate ways, i did it now. One for the leading team the other for the catching team.
            What is wrong with Ibrahvomic’s goal?
            Abi, kindly, share the joke with us.

          • Abi

            Hi Hayat
            In 2014 when we were discussing the World Cup ( sorry your team Italy lost ) Saay thought the tournament was over. He had no clue. I think Eyob or may be Rodab asked him if he is actually live on planet earth. Fast forward 2 years he is able to write Ibra’s name.
            I forgave him for all his sins.

            Ibra is one of the most decorated soccer players in the world. He can be very arrogant and everything he does should be on a grand scale. He has many memorable sayings and goals. My favorite is ” Ibra doesn’t do auditions ”
            His goal against England is one of the best goals ever.

          • Nitricc

            Hey ABi I thought it was SJ?

          • saay7

            Bingo Ntrric

            Abi is getting old. Must be all the limericks in his head. But u also called soccer toothless and girlish until u finally watched one and saw you have to be perfectly fit to play the game because of th demands it puts on u.


          • Abi

            Hi General
            “ስልቻም ቀልቀሎ፣ ቀልቀሎም ስልቻ ” ( Mengistu Lemma).

          • Nitricc

            Hey Abi my bad, i was wrong would have been civilized. Oh, forgot, you are African at that Gondere. lol

          • Abi

            General Nit
            You are definitely the one and ONLY one American born Eritrean to know ስልቻ እና ቀልቀሎ. I’m impressed.

          • saay7

            Haha Abi:

            Funny story and it would have been awesome if it were true 🙂

            You are confusing me with Nitriccay who called the game “toothless” and girlish. Without once watching it 😀


          • Amde

            Hi Hayat,

            One of the things I wold desperately love to be a part of is to do a tour of azmari bets with Abi in tow. Azmaris have their own repertoire of lyrics and they make new ones on the fly, but the magic of azmari bets is when they have a skilled guest handing them potent lines. The whole house gets into it, and it becomes electric.

            Abi’s ability to spin poetry like nothing would be azmari nirvana and a delight to behold.

            If there is such a thing as an Awate bucket list, that has to be among the top. Fanti has offered to take Saay on a tour of Wollo. Saay should indeed ask for a discount if such a tour happens without Abi.

            Of course it should start with ውዳሴ ሃያት.


          • saay7

            Hey Amde:

            All Fanti offered was to show me Bati, so I can understand why the place inspired 1,001 songs.

            I have been to Dessie once. We prayed at the local mosque and the Imam wished victory for Palestinians and Eritrean liberation fighters. Then I picked up some ammunition and returned back to Eritrea.

            Not really: but I have been to Dessie. The rest is for Abis benefit so can rant and rave 😂


          • Amde

            Selam Saay,

            Why did you give me the impression that you had not been to Ethiopia… ever… When was this?

            (Maybe I remember you saying that as a point of principle, you won’t visit Ethiopia until the Badme thing is resolved and I conflated that. Hope that is a position you have moved on from.)

            Dessie’s charms are to be found by staying. I don’t think a short visit will be leave any impression.

            I am sure Fanti can manage more than Bati for you. Maybe go during ጥምቀት when the Muslims respectfully escort the Tabots to the local pool. If he won’t I will be happy to.


          • saay7

            Hey Amde:

            Been to Ethiopia twice, as it happens, just after revolution: 1975 and 1993. My next trip will be just after the next revolution but Gnbot 7 zegeyubign 😂


          • Abi

            Can you imagine Gnbot 7 riding their borrowed camels on Asmara Godana in Addis?

          • Saleh Johar

            Have you seen a jokey who owns and races on his own horse? All the winning horses are borrowed, why can’t that apply to camels? But if that happens, I will become an Ethiopian to fight that 🙂

          • Abi

            Selam Ato Saleh
            My hope is they return the rented camels to the rightful owners back to Keren. We have no room for camels. Our ” donkeys ” are kind of jealous. I see Dr Birhanu racing up and down Addis with his state-of -the -art , self riding cuccineta.
            You , Ayte Saleh Gadi Johar, will be busy at አዝማሪ ቤት saying “ተቀበል”!!!!

          • saay7

            Careful Abi:

            Your Gonder is showing. After Somalia, Ethiopia has the most camels in Africa. Exporting that and camel milk is a huge cash cow for the part of Ethiopia you don’t think of when u talk of Ethiopia.

            Fanti edumacate him please.


          • Fanti Ghana

            Selam Saay,

            No problem. As soon as I finish educating him who he is, I will take him east.

          • Abi

            I think you have a bigger fish to fry. Bring your anatomy or physiology or whatever you think is appropriate to teach a reproductive procedures of camels and cows. This Asmarino has never seen a cow or a camel.

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Abisha,

            You reminded me of Tom Wolfe’s “A Man In Full.” Trust me, it will make sense when and if you read the book.

          • Abi

            Hi Saay
            I like this one a lot.
            “…camel milk is a huge cash cow…”
            እንዴት ነው ነገሩ ?
            የላም ወተት ሲረጋ ቅቤ ይወጣዋል::
            የግመል ወተት ሲረጋ ትልቅ ላም ይሆናል::
            Come on Nitricc!

          • saay7


            Glad you caught it:)

            Correction: yalrega yegemel wetet: leEthiopia Tre Genzeb lam yhonal


          • Abi

            Thanks. I think got it this time around.
            ያልረጋ የግመል ወተት =ጥሬ የግመል ወተት
            ጥሬ የግመል ወተት ጥሬ ገንዘብ ይሆናል::
            ጥሬ ገንዘብ ላም ይሆናል::
            ጥሬ የግመል ወተት ላም ይሆናል::
            Did I get it right?

          • saay7

            Selam Abi:

            Here’s a better syllogism with a better conclusion:

            I, Abi, don’t like camels
            I, Abi, love my country, Ethiopia
            Ethiopia is a desperately poor and cash-starved country
            Camels, and their milk, are some of the few exports Ethiopia has which generate much needed hard currency
            Therefore, I, Abi have grudging respect for the animal and I consider it a blessing for Ethiopia

            There, fixed it for ya


            PS: of course, if we add one more argument (I, Abi, am an incurable narcissist) we will have completely different conclusion 😂

          • Abi

            የግመል ውበቷ ?
            የሳይ ችግሩ?
            ግመል ማፍቀሩ
            የአቢ እውቀቱ?
            ኢትዮጵያዊ ድህነቱ

          • saay7

            Haha Abi:

            Now I am worried: abi with the photograph memory is getting forgetful: I have written a lot about what an awful, graceless and moody animal the camel is 🙂 But: I understand why it adorns the Eritrean passport, coat-of-arms, and is the national animal because I have grudging respect for what it meant to our revolution particularly in the early years.

            It’s not always about us. Shocking huh:)


          • iSem

            HI Sal:
            No Abi is not getting forgetful, it is you who is getting forgetful, Abi is on message and here it is:
            The camels in Ethiopia grazed on green pastures, their milk was solely given to their calfs, they had it good and even many of the Eritrtrean camels left Eritrea and settled in Ethiopia that is why your claim of Ethiopia has the second largest camel population after Somalia is not that earth shattering, the alternative facts from Abi’s photograpic memory knows that almost all of the camels came from Eritrea, settled in Ethiopia and because they were free, and their milk was given to their kids, they became fruitful and multilplied to their current numbers to outnumber their brethren in Eritrea.
            And for the refugee that Ethiopia gave to these camels, they proved to be useless: their milk cannot be turned to butter to eat with raw meat, they milk cannot be turned to dabbo, a betrayl to mama Ethiopia, these glaring facts
            Abi still vivid in his memory

          • GitSAtSE


            Abi may like: gmeley gmeley beAlti Grma
            Ab godni tegenTayoch Bret brtat tesekima.


          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Saay,

            You must be the only person on earth who calls camel “a graceless animal.” Have you ever scene a caravan of camels, one following the other with absolute discipline, against a sunset? That view, stuck in my mind since childhood, is the only reason “grace” makes sense to me the way it does today. What a homework you are going to be someday!

          • MS

            Hello Fanti
            SAAY is trying to rile aderob. But everything aside, the grace of camel comes from its indifference or its nonchalant attitude. I don’t know, you don’t see a lot of emotions that you see in many animals. It’s also a sort of numb when it comes to staying alert or getting frightened. May be because very few predators care attacking it. However, I agree with you on its gracefulness. Its height/size, patience, endurance and its Texan-like swagger make it a graceful animal.

          • saay7


            I am but a humble student: Islam teaches me to see the camel (anatomy and physiology of the 🐫) as one of Gods miracles (“Do they not look at the Camels, how they are made? And at the Sky, how it is raised high? And at the Mountains, how they are fixed firm? And at the Earth, how it is spread out? “) but nowhere does it say the camel is a graceful animal 🙂

            Fanti Ghana, everything looks great at sunset.


          • Amanuel Hidrat

            Dear Saay,

            The history of Eritrean camels will be revered equally with the history of our armed struggle. The first time I saw passing through our center or our camp “Homib” loaded with light and heavy weapons (1975), towards the highland of Eritrea, was the time I asked the well known poet, Redi Kifle (known as Bashay) to write a poem for the camel and he did. He gave the poem “gemley gemely Eaza tiUm shima” with its lyrics to Belay Awalom to sing it in our camp. This is way before the music band of ELF was constituted. So Saay it’s appearance does not matter but it’s services. It’s service is monumental in the Eritrean history.


          • saay7


            You mentioned camels and weapons in one sentence. You will be responsible for Abis forthcoming “betrayal!betrayal!” derangement syndrome, and I will have to take a mini-sabbatical if that descends to the inevitable 🙂


          • Haile S.

            Hi Amanuel,
            The weapon loaded camels heading to the highlands remind me of a story. In my neighbourhood we had a strong dedicated lady agent of Eplf, I believe (the difference matters little at that time). She use to distribute pamplets. One day around that time gathered for tea and listening to music, likely wedi-Ghebru, she says tegadelti’s 50 camels carrying missiles passed the other day by Weki. The next day I had to go to the American library or British Council to consult the encyclopedias what a missile looks like:). Though not truly missiles, the enthusiasme to uplift the moral was without parallel.

          • Haile S.,

            Building a strong belief in the success of attaining victory is both simple and qelil essential variable to discover and respect it’s value. ’till this very day manifested as the engrained formidable value fortress into the psyche of all Eritrea’s nationals. Fueling the Eritrean to reinvent that same commitment with resolve towards the realization of principles of the then promised end. It is not just a mere nostalgic return of an inquisitive young mind’s research.
            Your simple and Qelil perspectives has placed you amongst the Sweet 16 tier Representative characters in a scientific simulation in progress of a different objective and from a different unique perspective.

          • Haile S.

            Hi XaXe,
            I am starting to read and understand you now. You deserve plenty of honeydew 🙂

          • saay7

            Haile S:

            In the name of awatistas, I deputize you to explain TsaTse and Tsatseism to us mere mortals who are lost.


          • iSem

            Dear Sal:
            As you and I know from our passing exposure to Arabic, the enmy kills a hero and the land begets 1000 heroes, so we lost L.T and now awate, true to its Eri pedigree is giving us an other poet
            from that in coherence, from that meandering prose, cadence and assuance emerge, just like the late L.Tism, Tsatseism buries some gems. Look at this

            “Your simple and Qelil perspectives has placed you amongst the Sweet 16 tier Representative characters in a scientific simulation in progress of a different objective and from a different unique perspective”

            PS: Still LT holds the record for ” stop your animal testing” and from dinqnesh to alemash line:-)

          • saay7


            If that is true, if what you claim is true, well, as my holy book says:هَاتُوا بُرْهَانَكُمْ إِن كُنتُمْ صَادِقِي. I will bring forth some LT classics; and I dare you to come with a fraction of TsaTseisms that match it. I could make this a Top 100, but I will make it easy for you and come up with Top 10 L.T. Classics:

            10. About the alexander the great in Mai Jah-Jah near Bar Merry I ‘d kung fu him in the knackers when I was in Asmera last summar and taste it and find out by yourself:-)
            Nb’at temegibe.

            9.You in Addis with no el and enough water beside your Laptop compture and you ask me to do other revolt job.I sleep for good!! I don’t worry about North Amerika ortdox because they are fake. Read Ato Mesfin bariara articles in Him, I respect you so high!

            8.What is Prof Indris Ashete? When Dr Weldaeb was ready to get his first degree fm Nugus Hailesillsie hand in H.H University he denid to shack his hand(Dinin(Gonbes)to Haileslassie and he lost his first degree in chemistry at that time(He is nationlist fm day one). I met him in Stockholm with Prof Yemane Misghina, Dr. Bereket Yebio, Prof Solomon, Dr Deremariam Abraha, Prof Embaye Asmerom

            7. Ethiopias 3,000 year history:But Ethiopia 3000 yrs old story? Yodith bruned whole Semen(Axumait kingdom) Ahmed Granga from Somalia Ogaden won two kings of you. ,Thoedros killed himself in Mekdela Yohn the priest cu. his head by Sudan. ,Haiel flee to west by Italian force

            6. My mamma fauvorite cats name “Ninna” and my Pappas dog “Hayet”(Tarzan)

            5. And now,Ethiopia fears over her economy and her public economy are into funk.Her poltices policy package is to intervene and to stabilise “Tigria-Tigringa”in Eritrea.So it is the only way to Ethiopa to save Ethiopa to deal with good Eritrea and We say in last”We are Eritrean and you are Tigria in Ethiopia”This is adeadline to you.

            4.Where have you been so long and sudden you put out this article . bang and bingo?Your knowledge needed reborn insea. Eritrea.

            3.Agame is an Awaraja in Tigria and I am one of tham,Iam a son of Dej Sabagadis Weldu Shum Agame.Don’t ask us what kind and for sort do you are. I mean it!!

            2.Ke Asmera Binesu; Bichegerw Talian Ale Forca forsa” Atsi Menelik from Debrebrhan-Angilela “Ye Menelik Tiyt ye Mekele Eyalech Ye Menelik Enat 1 welda Mekenech”
            Aba Tena Iyasu Father and the son Alga wedeKu. Haileslassie from Harer-Ejersa Gore Mekele Bigeba Mekele Gebachu. Awassa bigeba Gural betachu..

            1. Stop your animal football game and don’t clash with me

            Your move. cuz iSem.


          • iSem

            Cuz Sal:
            the key word is emerging:-)
            Where is the “from dnqnishe to….”

          • Abraham H.

            Selam Saay, thanks a lot for serving us with these precious gems from the great L.T. My fav was nr.8, laughed really good:) I hope L.T. is ok wherever he might be, looking forward to see him again.

          • saay7

            Hi Abraham:

            Anytime. Here’s one of my favorites:

            Adiea gedifa Himaea tinfied said Osman Abdelrehim before he writing “ayfalkin grhinetey” which mean “I am so tired of you.” I met him in Stockholm in 1988


          • Abraham H.

            Saay, funny, the guy has his own set of vocabulary. I don’t know how long you had the grace of having L.T. here, but I could see the forum has shed many witty and knowledgeable folks over the years. A bit sad.

          • saay7


            No reason to be sad…think of it this way: while there were great contributors who are no longer with us, there are now great contributors who weren’t around then. Don’t make me go all Lion King on you and sing the”Circle of Life” 🙂


          • Dude,

            I have told you time and again certain large amplitude filters are obviously meant as a do not enter Baracks. They are solely intended for the lone man awoken in long emptied theater.
            Granted Stately Diplomats who are bound to engage in casual conversations of varying topics from the fine arts including literature, physical and metaphysical philosophical enquiries, they are handicapped with a slightly longer leashes , for the pragmatical purposes of fine tunning the mannerisms, languages and etiquette of the refined class.

            Non of that meek phoney act of the altruist self sacrificing posture of the benevolent leader. They are recognized as very capable worthy of miniscule or whatever the cost to catch a big whale as they meticulously study the “corporate / office culture” of each office they find worthy of inquiry.

            And so I did not miss read “in coherent prose” unless it is a typo of “un.” Though that leading “in” is incognito or in qelil or simple identifiable positioning of a mine meant to be a dud unaffected by the usual vibrations that set it off.

            Kudos to the brotherly and sisterly consultations mending faces, and your resourcefulness “saving face” and very clever sneak. It’s like PAC said, “I ain’t mad at ya!” Following the verse: “So you a Muslim now?” Indulge me a bit more. The song is “Remember when we were young homies, chaisinng ..”

            The other half of the tsatseism., Shewww. Finally made the cut with own ism–muchos gracias mi Capitan compagnero, pero soy abojo con

          • saay7

            TsaTse (and iSem):

            I am just going to reply with random L.T. Classics and hopefully it will merge with Tsatseism and we will stumble upon the key to the Eritrean riddle in much the same way many discoveries were by accident.

            From Adam-Eva to Noah, from Noah to Dinkinesh–scandalous.

            What about Air Moskova (vodka), Swiss and SAS airflying? I am good to flying through the night with book of bible or vodka.

            Questi sono i nostri morti: “this is also our death.”

            saay, channeling the great Eritrean philosopher LT

          • Berhe Y

            Dear Saay, iSem, TsaTse and Gheteb

            yesterday, I was dropping my son at some church activity and they had few of Dr. Seuss quotes posted on a board. One of them was,

            “The writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making chore for the reader who reads”.

            When I read TsaTse and Gheteb, it just feels like I am doing chores…

            sorry if this sound harsh, so I almost gave up now even trying…not that I am sophisticated or anything


          • Via di CompeStatzione de la luz , aka Berhe Y,
            You got one coming for when I can really count on your vote. It is the Yang to,the Ying or other way round to the Saintly Paul that is the iSEM who has chewed your ears over late and earbs for years at fault.
            Dr. Sues! Your Son pick a fitting one.
            The objective is to make it a daunting chore for you ( T16 or upper mezonen a T32, yes after iSEM,decompression you will,enjoy your chores.) It is NOT And I repeat NOT supposed to be meant for pasajo,tiempo .

            Ahh Childrens Books… I am,working on an illustration book of Two Bald Headed Dr. CATS, NAMED Isu and Melususon: walking around town,in their,fine Zoot Soots brandishing Two Golden Combs.

            I offered them,a MelatSe on the last page. The End. Via Lucce Y: Agnieya Azilo40&Children,Books Press has a targetvprice of $35 IPO by Gmbot Sebat.

            Auguri para ti fillio piccolo Belo! Ce Vediamo Ciao! Anke labore labore tuti parli parli come motore! Bet short on TRANSFORMATIONL Di Tio Assasino dela peligroso lapiz.. Avanti o Tebeges! Donna Mia,


          • signori Maestro Si-Dicci Sete Grande Asasino. Si, iyo nonchre olvidare, come il comendanti manji tuti borko mortadela di soldati ultimo forsa soldati Askari. Si, signori olvidare iyo tuti la palabras y no puedo para quien palabra es de italia y quien es di espana. Pero recocordar Cesar Marcus Aurillios Ultimo Soldadi es El Spaniard!
            Exactamente Capitan,: La absolutamente Fuersa del gobernio absolutamente coreptar la cuesta vive y morir nuestro.
            La catacombe grande final es una vision marbioso. Andale Compadre! La solucion internacional,es vienen.

            Cuanda La vida tomen una lemon hacer y beber una lemunada o,una refresca siervesa de Corona especial para El Rey de la Raza Vierde! Mexico! Saluti y Salu!

          • Sigori Come seidiccizSete,

            El Capitan di Mare Roso Camel Jokatore en Asmara.
            Hey maybe I can sing Italian Opera?

            Ancora Tsaztseismo! I actually believe he has shed some light on this what you are calling: “Tsatseism.” It may very well be his very own and numerous others that may include, no does INCLUDE you Saay7.
            With one sentence directed towards Gheteb, he suscinctly summed it up in roughly Seven word sententence. Going Fishing are we? No, ofcourse not you Saay7. You already know! Five years in the trenches huddled in the Same For Petes Sake next to it iyalachu Gentelemens club. Con mi amico Soldaadi tua Primo sergiento Gheteb. Porque non parloli c…. i devo stay il Santo,Pablo?

            Saay7, it is easier for me to break down this constricting wall for Elites and future looking Eritrean Molds such as Haile S., I truly believe I am,due to go bonkers on all,of thos psychadelic like vissions of mine.

            But then again, Gash Abi is willing to trade Isayas for Desalegne. What if there was a market for FranchisecPresidents world wide as Free Agents to be traded by countries in dire need of a strong QB. Puttin would probably step down,for Obama as an excellent not to,be passed option. I would pock Frmajo fo sho. Hey Getteb ever notice Frmajo just stood and chatted as we consummed cups of coffee and then he would jet? And Yohanns…
            Come on dude there is a value added engagement with ease awaiting.
            Si-Dicci,SET, nice recruiting of the Kerenite Jersey #2 Tercine. I cought a rather slippery moments of a vital utility. Pero, to conozcon ma bueno and Engine9 of the soccer gods Brazillian Strikers.
            Avanti! Levanta!

          • Haile S.

            Hi Saay7,
            O O! Saleh, you are giving me a daunting task. I am just starting to pick Xaxe’s apparently flattering phraseology. Our Xaxe (ጻጸ) is unique; if he is a male he is a worker par excellence, if a female she is a queen by grace. I see him a male, a male that doesn’t flock withe the army in the straight path of the trail, but prefers observing from the sidewalk. Even when digging, he labours it alone sorting the hidden, the assumed or the concocted, on the way kicking some pebbles of sand on our gapping and blinking eyes that try to decipher him. I think we may never decode him. The culprit is that big chunk of juicy green, the leaf of wisdom he hangs onto between his mandibles rising high between his antennas interfering with the language of call they seem trying to emit asking us to target our discourse I am not sure where. Am I speaking Xaxism myself? ደድሕሪ ኣድጊ ዝኸደ ጥራጥ አንተዘይለመደ ምርጋሕ (ምድንጋር) ለመደ ከምዝብሃል።

          • saay7

            Hey Haile:

            In that case, he has chosen the absolute wrong nick for himself, for an ant is a social animal who dutifully complies with whatever is assigned by the colony’s queen. What we have is a pedantic ant (abi will like that.)Like the camel, the ant 🐜 also loves the single file march. Perhaps there is also an ant march that Fanti and Mahmouday can recommend.


            PS: I mean the black ant. I once saw in Keren (where else) the ferocious red ant. I doubt that ant, which should be called uncle, observes any rules except biting randomly.

          • Abraham H.

            Selam Saay, if there is anyone here that confuses me as to his/her position regarding the PFDJ regime, it must be TsaTse. After following his almost always ‘coded’ and hard to grasp posts, I’m still struggling to understand him. If you remember, he had released equally confusing YouTube clips, mentioning you and SGJ personally a couple of years ago, I guess. From those clips, I noticed that he was familiar with you and SGJ personally, and that he had some sort of ‘grudge’ about your common past experience, if I didn’t misunderstand him.

          • Saleh Johar

            Hi Abraham,
            I also remember the video clips from two years ago though I can’t remember the gist of it. But before that I remember one of the moderators told him to stop his confusing and difficult to docipher comments and help elevate the debates. He wouldn’t heed the appeals and he was banned. Recently he returned with good methods of debate but soon went back to his old style. And I see the same trend.

            I met him twice: once in DC and another time in Oakland. He is a nice person but reading his comments makes me feel if it is the same person.

            If you have noticed, he mentions my name haphazardly and I wonder what he is saying. I ask me for clarification and it gets more confusing that I give up. Then he floods the forum with comments that maybe only the very bright in this forum understand. I wish he can rethink his way of communicating because there is no point for one to post messages that only he can understand.

          • Fanti Ghana

            Selam Saay,

            There is a god after all. “የግመል የሰልፍ ጉዞ ዓመታዊ ፌስቲቫል ሊሆን ነው” one Ethiopian website reports. I cannot wait. In fact, I may even coincide my occasional travels with that festival in mind from now on.

          • MS

            Ahlan Fanti
            You should have brought this news when ABI is away in his annual Ginbot7 conference. He is going to pre-empty it with donkey procession. Where is it going to take place, anyway? Cherchil Godena? If so, I will have to make peace with Harbegna Wayane in order to see the graceful procession of the most graceful animal in the world (RE: SAAY).

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Mahmuday,

            You have a 100% guarantee from me for your safety! I have done much worst several times without even asking for any favors from my connections. What the lady who is organizing this event is saying about the camel is really heart warming. We must attend one of these Mahmuday. We will let the “G7s and Asmarinos” wait for our post cards.

          • saay7

            Haha Mahmuday and Fanti:

            I bet you guys like to watch military parades and marching bands too. A single file of camels, gam man, gam, man, xegam, yeman must warm your military hearts😂

            One of the reasons for the grace of camels is that they walk like cats: left hind, left foot, right hind, right foot, very unlike horses: now that’s one graceful animal.


          • Amanuel Hidrat

            Ahlen Saay & All,

            So far we had enough talk about the graceful animal “the camel”. Can we change our talk to transactional men/women and transformational men/women. Can we frame a debate on this? If we opted to do it, then do we need “more transformational and less transactional people” or “more transactional and less transformational people?” If the former why? and if the later why? How do we relate to our current struggle? These are the real issue that shapes the current struggle.


          • saay7

            Hi Emma:

            You lead and we will follow. Speaking of leading and following did you know in camel caravans there is a lot of camel moodiness on not just who leads but who is 2nd, 3rd, 4th? It is a very hierarchical caravan, one more reason harbeyna weyanai and shaebia love it 😂

            But seriously, what about this transactional/ transformational Emma? Transactions are transformative and transformations are transactional.

            Your serve.


          • Amanuel Hidrat

            Merhaba Saay,

            I am planning to write a piece on it. So is my reservation from spilling all my beans. But I would like the house of awate to revert from the current debate in to this subject, as a means of coming home to our crucial problem of Eritrean politics to save our people. Currently Eritrea is badly lacking leadership which makes “the Eritrean people” at the center of their purpose, in order to mitigate their pain, to show a hopeful future, to harmonize their differences, and finally to lead by example with full commitment. Saay as one of our good debaters, why don’t have the driving seat to veer our debate.


          • Ismail AA

            Selam Aman,

            I have no doubt that your planned iece is going to be very fertile in generating lively debate. I see that our ever alert saay has already
            given us a clue of how he is going to respond once your piece will posted. I
            bet that Paulos, too, is watching.

            You have, as usual, picked a
            challenging topic that will demand you a lot of effort. The more challenging part of it will be how the general
            conclusions you will reach calibrate will the current conditions of our own
            country. I mean that since the issues are related to the question of two types
            of leadership – transactional and transformative – it will be exceptionally interesting to learn
            which one of them, both of them or combination of them are relevant to our

            Moreover, let me, by way of
            digression, support your remark that our commenters should focus more on current
            affairs related to the struggling going on in our country and the religion. It
            is enticing to absorb and learn from ideas and knowledge well-read participants
            in this forming have gracefully sharing with us. But our focus should always
            remain the plight our people and neighbors are enduring lest some interesting
            and challenging issues of academic or philosophical nature could drift us away
            from the core mission of the forum. Here, I have to admit that I am also guilty
            of opening side discussion when I happen to see some enticing literary,
            philosophical or theoretical issues.

          • Abraham H.

            Dear Fanti, I don’t know if you discussed this before, but camel milk is known for its unique health benefits. Among other benefits, camel milk has the ability to prevent diabetes, improve the immune system, stimulate circulation, treat autism, lessen allergic reactions (helpful for those with lactose intolerance), promote growth and development, protect against certain autoimmune diseases, and boost heart health.
            Camel meilk is very expensive in comparison with, for ex, cow milk, costing ca. $25 US per liter. And here comes a little surprise for Abi, Ethiopia is 4th among the top ten camel milk producers globally.

          • Fanti Ghana

            Hello Abraham H,

            This is simply the year of he camel! For once, the credit is given to those who deserve it.

          • MS

            Hi Anbraham H
            Thanks for the info. I hope this health angle will sway the attitude of the farmajo-consuming, bike-ridding (aka, the vehicle of the devil or Arabia SaiTan), Azmarino, Saleh Wed Ali Wed Ahmed Wed Younis. You see grace comes in those paces. The shuffle has probably created the drumbeats of folklore music. A unique ragtime dance was popularized in its name ( the Camel dance). Nineteenth Century Americans brought the camel to America for its transportation advantage, the Australians did the same. Today there are about the same number of camels in Australia as they are in Ethiopia (Wikipedia). There also hundreds of camels, may be thousands, in the South West of the USA. See sometimes the Mzungus beat us in our own game. And for abi, soon there won’t be Eritreans who could milk the camel. At the rate of stunting we are witnessing, thanks to the economic policies of Derg and PFDJ, it appears Eritreans will import camel-milkers from the South and the North.

          • Abraham H.

            Selam Mahmuday, thanks for the additional information about the camels-graceful creatures indeed. One thing I remember about camels, they are probably the most patient pack animals (of course in addition to being source of meat and milk). If wronged, they may not respond immediately, but it seemed to me they somewhat held it inside them. Btw, Mahmuday, have you ever drunk camel milk; any noticeable difference of taste or flavor form cow milk?

          • MS

            MarHaba AbrahamH
            yes, it’s light (like skimmed milk), but delicious, and smells camel ( ha…ha…that’s for SAAY). To be honest the last time I drank it was probably when I was 10 years old. I again tasted it once in the mid eighties but by that time we had lost how the real milk tasted. We were drinking what we called tseba Salsay Alem , skimmed milk ( qedamay Alem being whole milk). Salsay Alem tseba (3rd-world-milk) was probably prepared for aid and emergencies. Don’t ask me where we got it from, because if I tell you Isem and BerheY will go through the roof with pride.

          • saay7


            I once read that the worst thing the Tom & Jerry cartoon show ever did is to make people think cats love milk. Cow milk. It actually destroys their digestive system. Similarly, camel milk was intended for baby camels just like cow milk was intended for baby cows and goat milk was designed to make goat cheese for yuppies 🙂


          • MS

            Ahlen Saleh
            That’s very interesting. I always associated cats with milk. Well, it turns out you are right. Cats are biologically lactose intolerants. They lack the enzyme lactase that digests the milk. Hmmmm. Well, I have got plenty of lactase, anyway. Welcome milk.

          • Nitricc

            Mahmuday; please don’t do that. Semere and Berhe will think what you have in mind is Canada, lol those two are the most………oh well very educated, they are so learned they are educated beyond their level of intelligence. LOL once Semere wrote an Article titled I love my country Canada lol. what kind of sick nigga will write about Canada? You guessed it.

          • MS

            Hey Nit
            What’s up man. Rumor has it that you have struck some sort of a peace deal with Hayat. Speaking of iSem and Berhe, at least they are basking outside the Trumping Zone. Now, I know you are at loggerheads with iSem, but why do you drag poor BerheY into the melee? The Nit-factor?

          • Abraham H.

            Nitricc, why do you bring the n-word here? Isn’t that what your colleagues call you by, probably behind your back, and derogatively? You’re such a self-disrespecting and self-hating creature, that I concluded long time before, when you were contemptuously ranting ‘you Africans’ as if you’re not born of parents of African origin, hence African. Man, be proud of yourself, please.

          • Nitricc

            Hi Abraham, I know you are slow and dumb but Negro means black. There is nothing wrong to say Negro. But giving your slowness coupled with your dumbness, I understand why you get bend out of shape for nothing. Just to inform you, You are Negro or xxxxx lol. wow

          • Abraham H.

            Hi Nitricc the protozoan, haha; i know what negro means but I (a black and proud being so) do not use it to degrade other fellow black people, just as some white people do.

          • Amanuel Hidrat


            It is the only issue, the issue of “camel” that awatistas unanimously agreed and found its conclusion with its place in the Eritrean history. Mahmuday, don’t open the closed book. With that, one only hope, that the rest of our difference to find a common understanding. Second, fo’e belo zelaena yekorme.


          • ሠላም ነህ ኣንተ ቨት ሣልህ “በልጥ” ማህሙድ።

            ለምን ሁሉ የግዳም አና የ በረሃ አንሠሣ ገመል አና የ ‘ኣሰማ ጓድ ሊቀ መምበር ምክትይ ፡ ዱላ ወዳጅ፡ ኣቶ ኣህያ አይ መረው የ አንኳን በደና ገብታቹ፥ ኣርበኞች፥ የግንቦት ሰባት፥ አያሉ፡ አኛ አየደከምናበት ስራ ኣልነበረ ከዚህ ሃያ ኣመስት ኣመት ብወሃላ። ነገሩ ኢኛ ከ ኤርትራ ክፍለ ሃገር ኣንድ አኒ ኖር፥ ደንገት ከ ተገንጣዮች አንዳይ ጎዳ ህዝባቺን፥ ሁለት ሳምንት ብ ፊት ሻብያ፥ ኣስመራ አና ኢየ ቀሩ ሰፈር ከ ግፍተኛ ደርግ ግዛት፡ ብረት የ ጦር ወትስደር ማርከን፥ ኑ ግቡ ብለን፡ የኛ ታንኮች በ ሰልፊ፡ ኣስመርራ ግመላቹ ውጭ ጡቱታል፡ በሰላም ሰልጣን ኣስረከብን። አስከ ኣሁኡን ብዙ ሰው ለምን ሰም የኛ ግንቦት ሰባት ኮድ አንደ ሆነ።

            ከ ግንቦት ሰባት አስክ ሃያ ኣምስት ደሞ፡ ጦር በ ጦር ከ ኣስመራ አነ ጊንዳአ፡ ብረት ኣጥቀን ጥብቅ ብለን ሙሉ ኢትዮጵያ ኣስደጥታን።

            ነገሩ አኮ፡ ቻ ኢያላቹ፡ ቻ ኢያላቹ፡ ቻ ኢያላቹ፥ኡነተኛ ሰም: ኣሸናፊ ግንቦት ሰባት ነው አሱ።

            በሰላብ ርዶታ ሁላችን፡ተፈረመ ወረቀት፡ ግን የ ሀ ነው ኡኒታ።
            ለ ሃያ ኣምስት ኣመት አናንተ ተገንጣዮች አና የ ሰሜን ወምበዴኦች፡ ህገራችን ምሪ ልትሁኑ ፈቀድን። ከ ሃያ ኣምስት ኣመት ብወሃላ ይብቾቻቹ ግዝያዊ 25 ኣመት መንግስት፥ የኛ ኡኩል ግማሽ ግማሽ ለ ስማራ አን ኦርሞ ኣርበኞች ግምሻቹ ታስቀብሉናል።
            ኣሁን፥ የ ኢትዮፕያ ኣዋጅ ኢየተጠበቀ፡ ለክ ኢንደ የሁላቺን፡ተፈረመ ግምቦት ሰባት ይ ሰላም ወረቀት፥ ባዱመ ጥተን ለ ኢሰያስ፡ ኣኣራው፡ ኦሮሞ፡ ተግራይ፡ ኤርትራ፡ ስለ ኣራታችን ሰላም ኢና ኣዲስ ፍቅር፡ ከ ኣዲስ ኣበባ ከተማ ወደ ኣንባአተ ኣዲስ ኣስመራ ቀይረን፡ የኣራት ኪሎ ሰፈር ልጆች፡ ደቀ ኣርበተ ኣስመራ ብለን ከ ኣሁን በወሃላ ንጠራለን።
            ራሥቹ ጥሩ ማስማት ጀሮ ያላቹ፡ ከ ጓድ ኣንደኛው ይ ዉቺ ኣቦወንበር፡ ነገ ክነገ ወድያ ስሙ። የ ኣዋጁ ትዛዝ ኢሺ ልቂ ጓድ መሪያቸን፡ኣያላቹ፡ ደስ ያላቹ ደሳልኝ ሓኢለማርያም የ ‘ናንት ኤርትራኖች ነው ኢንጂ፡ አንድ ኣዲስ ንጉስ መሪ ኤርትራ ዉሰዱት። ኢኛ ደሞ የ ራሳችን ኢትዮጵያዊ ኢሳያስ ኣፈዎርቂ ኢዘን፡ ፕረዚደንት የ ትረዚዶኖች ኣንደኘ ኢትዮፒያ ሃገር ካለ ምርጫ ነው ኣዲስ ምራፍ ይ ኣባር ታሪኢክ ዘመኑኡ።

            ያ ካርተር አትጠራ የ ኣሜርካ ፕረዚደንት ነበር ነው ውስናው፡ ከ እሰብ ብ ወሃላ፡ ግዜ ፊይቭ ሰቨን ታርገት ዴት፡ Five Seven target date and ግንቦት ሰባት ታርጌት ዴት አያል፡ 35 ሚልዮን ዶላር ለ መንግስቱ ኣሮጅ ኢድሜ በጤንነት ጡሮታ ሰጣ ለኛ ስም ግንቦት ሰባት አንስ ፒናትስ ኣንድ ፒናት ባተር ክሪም ሰጥቶዋል ነግሩ ኢየሰራ።

            ቻ ኢያላቹ፡ ቻ ቻ ኢያላቹ፡ በ ረጂም ስሙ ኣሽናፊ፡ ሰሙ ኣናውቅም ዉሸታም፡አድሜ የ ኢትዮፕያ ኦፕራ ሰነጥበብ ስራ የ ኣደባባይ ጉዳያችን ድይ ድይ ኣንደ ሆኔ ኣሁን ናቅርባላቹ።
            ስም ይ ለበት ኣዝማሪ፡ ቻ ቻ ኢያላቹ ይ ኡኔታ ኣሸናፊ ግንቦት ሰባት ኣርበኛ።
            ቻ በሎ ነዓ ወሽ በል ካላዝሽን ኢያ ታኽህሎ፡ ን ኣቶ ዎ ዎ ዎ ውሽ፡ ዒሉ ኣቦክሁም ባአ ባአ ጊላዝጊ ግደይ።

            ኣውራው ግንዳን ጻጸ። አናመስግናላቹ።

          • MS

            Genanaw Xaxe
            Endiet neh ye forumu kokob? Amarchaw beTam yamral. QeTlbet.

          • Selam le Ante Na AmEritrean GitSASE lijocih ena Emebateh W/O Mrs.SaliH,

            Beredu wede znab byeQenu (como dicen La Primavera en LINGUA Tigrait tradusca por favor la palabra English : Season al Espangol y Tigrait/Tigrigna.)

            Si tu no puedos pregunta los ningos y ningas tuyo! Si si, nosotros viejos y YOUNG! Ustados Unidos Nacionales concer la vida muy importante de Latinos Unidos. Porque esso estudian men dos linguas, il primero y secondo, Engless y Espangol. No tengo tilde esto, computora.

            Hey “The Best” Dude, How many if the Eritrean Nine and more languages were you and others able to sponge in the SaHel and Barka(which I belive is the most linguistically diverse State of Eritrea)? I am,just waiting for dem,dem younger Cats who,will not avoid nor shy away from,shouldering and carying ሺግ ሓርነት። Yap “We Got This!” is well and All Good! I SAY or Add the following: “And Trust You Need This!” The only way to top The Greatest Eritrean Generation Is To Breakaway! Rebel! They will employ your valuable skills with Reapect! Because as we use to mimick as 7th graders the nighly weather report with accent and,all “According to the approximatiin ofcthe emancipation proclomation.. ah ah do do believe, I got a cold breeeaaath going through ma Azz!” Followed by the Aroh con pollo Y saSon con Abichuelas Son!! That gatgethered the momentum energy whistles with all the clinks and clanks human wind instrument. Yeah, you know when,Boriqua Rican Roger Rios starts wth the words “And now with Eye Witness Ch7! Doppler– no,1800 Farmers Almanac reading ofDa” Too late! you stuck around too long just to hear a an addition of one or two new vocabulary words from,Ms. KENO’s English and the variation! Shout,out to ma homie R.R.!
            Yeah, I am,shouting out to KndishiH Nitrucay who made the cut amongst top 32 tier. One reason only: Sasy7! I honestly tell ya man, If Saay7 was,to decides who should be Eritreas Head of State of onlyvtge Two choices, Nitrik KndiShiH Vs. The Towerring Stature of tSAtSE Da Gi Joe Steakth weird creeper. Its a No,brainer, he would PICK ME XaXe– but only because iSEM crawled, begged, kissed the feet Saay7 eating dirt from,the ground and shouting Not The Proatizo no teeze or any +%-+-+-+ having!

            And then Saay7 would return to the comfortsble,area of the seat of Power area, after ducking the hyperventalating iSEM, shouting yo immirtal ant You Must Be Triping. Turns to Nitric and Proudly Says These Words to kndushiH Nitric, The Fate of The Balanced abd steady Progress of ourcDearvEritrea is dependent on the sole Actions of a well nurtured by American Cheese, the strong grown Responsible Young Man! Yo xaxe whachu chriping about you,wouldn’t want that Mahatma! forsaken job of acTransactional style necessary management with each,department head hasca gun on the next dept. Head. You know that Mr. White, Mr. Pink, Sengor Brown and Brother Negro Scorciesi Aytalian director…. Bull Dogs..

            So What about Son! How about stepping up to the pDiamond and hitting a Grand Slam Homer in picking YOUR SELCT FAB 5 E8 etc… Interactive simmulations makes better outcome forv all results. Whats the matter KndishiH, don’t tell me you was pealing a kndiShiHb dnish Karbeshim,from Idaho for dem,dem funky music playing Top Gun,Aces White Boys, The Blue Eyed Dare Devil Blue Angels! Nah You Ready! You had your simuilators share.
            Saay7 knows diddly squat! Individual Trumps The G Thang Baybae! Nuestro morir Death Raw that pays me. Keep IT G! lil homie!

          • abysinay

            coz pfdj want to wine the carabmels..egto

          • abysinay

            abi hates camels from asmara.. not from afar or somale.rihgt!

          • Amde

            Haha Saay,

            Ayii. I can see you are not good at the betting on a winning horse thing. Good thing you are not in Kentucky. At this rate you are better off with the AgAziyan Republic.

            Dude, you are long overdue.


          • Amanuel Hidrat

            Sir Amde,

            One thing for sure, if Goinbot-7 somehow come to power, the Ethiopia we know now will not exist intact. Saay’s wish is not good wish for Ethiopian, if his wishes is to empower Ginbot-7. Ethiopia deserve more than Ginbot-7 to secure its unity.


          • Amde

            Selam Amanuel,

            To be honest, I don’t know of any Ginbot 7 policy that is not espoused by a number of the legal opposition groups. And I would be comfortable with almost all of those policies. The only difference is they chose the military road. I understand why they chose it but long term it is not good for the country. We know very well what happens to well meaning political movements of intellectuals which over time become taken over by military types.

            The time has long past that a single organization has any hope of taking and keeping power in Ethiopia and probably Ginbot 7 will be the first to tell you that. It is all completely coalition politics whether in the governing side or opposition side. I think all Ginbot 7 hope to reasonably accomplish is to exert pressure so the governing side opens up the political space. But now their role as a prime Isayyas pawn is inescapable, whether they wish it were different or not. He who lies with dogs gets up with fleas as they say.


          • Amanuel Hidrat

            Sir Amde,

            If the allaince of Gonbot-7 could not hold their seats they won (over 200 seats) and continue to legislate in the parliament (which was a big win in the first cycle of election of 2005), how could you say now that Ginbot-7 are the first to tell us that the era of single party to manage the governance of a nation is over? From all the years I follow their politics, unless they won and be in the driving seat, they will not accept the result of an election. However, if they change their view on how the mechanics of politics should work it will be a big progress. Keep in mind that these group do not recognize the self determination of Eritrean people and the outcome of our struggle. That in itself speaks a big volume about them.


          • Amde

            Selam Ato Amanuel,

            2005 was a missed opportunity for everyone concerned. They screwed up and so did EPRDF. It is a little pointless to argue it now. The events of 2016 were born out of the election of 2015 which was born out of EPRDF’s desire to have no opposing voices after its experience of 2005.

            They have no policy position that is not shared by many other legal peaceful opposition groups in Ethiopia. The Eritrea issue is one of them.

            They are just a part of the political continuum that decided peaceful change is impossible and therefore pointless. My view is that they shouldn’t have taken that step, and EPRDF shouldn’t have pushed them to taking that step. It takes two to tango. They would have been a lot more valuable as legal peaceful opposition.

            Please note that in 2016/2017 we have new more extremist groups that have mushroomed that are accusing Ginbot7 of being appeasers of EPRDF, and retarding the people’s struggle. Classic examples where suppression results in the creation of even more extremist forms.

            They are in a dead end in Asmara. And everybody knows it.


          • saay7

            Ah Emma:

            I think I am going to have to include “this is a joke. This is only a joke. If this was a serious point it would be followed by compelling argument…” in all my postings.


          • Abi

            I feel your pain. I bet you Ato Amanual react the same way at a stand up comedy.
            እነዚህ ሰዎች ምን ይቀልዳሉ!!!!

          • Selamat Amde,

            I don’t know why I feel as if I can enter your class room, pick up a chalk, as if you and I have connected on a brilliant idea to pitch Netflix, on an hour sitcome show. It would be about Eritreans and Ethiopians of course. I think by now, now we could safely say we are one another’s friends. This sitcome pitch should convince the executive we meet that we will have a very wide reach audience wise. And we have a cast of writers, actors and directors of our own. Our primary target audience would be the American Market.

            If I have not convinced the executive to nod his head by now at least once or even twice, then my imaginary friend George would probably start to sense we are loosing momentum and start to do what George does or say.

            Fun exercise: based on the above any George impersonation volunteers.
            Anything goes within accepted norms and forum rules.

          • Amde

            Selam tSAtSE

            Ah… sitcom pitch…

            George seem Hambasha for the first time, and marvels at the delicate neat lines. He looks up and sees the abesha ladies within even more delicate and neat-er hair do.

            George is convinced he can start an ሀምባሻ and ቁንዳላ business under one roof.

            Tattoos are forever.
            ሀምባሻs – Bread Tattoos – are for effervescence.


          • Saleh Johar

            Hi Amde,
            I don’t think Addis had anyone who can surpass the voice and talent of Btsat, who would sing about Bati in eight of every ten–Saay, ignore this if you have never been to one where you do not have to see Bati, she will force you to imagine it, with its ten huts and dusty bus stop 🙂

            Fanti: how about Bati Dil-Wenberwa? Anything you can add to that.

          • Amde

            Selam Saleh,

            So this is where I need primo intelligence from you. Very important question.

            Can Saay sing?

            I don’t care if he responds to BitsAt’s “..ere Bati Bati..”
            with. ..
            “.. Well. Allow me to retort..”

            Fearful eardrums need to know.


          • Saleh Johar

            Hi Amde,

            He has been to Dessie, and Addis…I think briefly but he can make you believe he was born there 🙂

            Incidentally, I rememberd a story about Dessie a dear man told both of us….

            When Haile Sellassie secured Eritrea, influential Andenet party members were invited to Addis to meet him. They had to travel through Dessie where the crown prince was a governor (?). He treated the Eritreans to a lavish party and among them was “Zekious” a famose writer at the time but was so thin he looked like a teenager. The Crown prince made a speeckh and granted the older looing guys land plots, Gasha Meret. he then trned to Zekious and said, something like, ‘Lezih lij degmo temhirtu eskemicheris mulu erdata yederegilet.” Zekious didn’t lime that and retorted, ‘enye htsan aydelem, hulet mist hulet qola alegn.’ He was trying to say he was married twice and had two children, but the crown prince was astounded by the word qola which he misunderstood. In Tigrinya, qlAa is a child, but Zekious swallowed the “Aa” to sound genuine Amharic speaker– he had no idea it is legjoch.

            That is in Dessie, and Fanti’s people know how to cut that thing but do not know its name 🙂

          • Amde

            Hi Saleh,

            On my god… that was hilarious.

            Am still crying with laughter.

            double trouble. wey grum.

            Alga Werash must have know there would be trouble ahead right there and then. Welloye are no slouches in the love department, but ድርብ ታጥቆ የመጣን ምን ያደርጉታል።

            Fanti? This is a serious allegation.


          • Amde


            I am not even sure she has ever been to Bati. That would be ironic.

            But she had beauty, the voice and charm.


        • Paulos


          That’s simply beautiful. Damn, Amharic is such a beautiful language. Wish I was fluent.

          • Nitricc

            Hey P: why wish for it; why don’t you learn it. it is a toothless language anyways. It is not expressive enough for me. You say something, it can mean many things. Don’t you know SJ is learning Spanish? go for it.

          • Hayat Adem

            Hi Niricc,
            I start respectfully and exit truthfully.
            I would never question Abi on matters that involve some competence of memory. But as usual you take foolish risks. I think your teeth were planted in your brain as opposed to your jaws and you lost them in one of your unnecessary brain fights. Now the only vocabulary you’ve saved is “toothless”. You are fine with that too but we are not.

        • Amanuel Hidrat

          Hi Abi,

          Is these a quote said by someone or is it yours? If it is yours, your are damn good in literature.


          • Abi

            Selam Ato Amanual
            I just summarized what Angel Gabriel told the Abbyisinian Queen.

  • Abrehet Yosief

    Dear Saleh,
    Another excellent book. For those who grew up after the split of Eritrea and Ethiopia, Mekuria provides an opportunity to view the Ethiopian soldiers in a more realistic/human manner than the ones shown in the typical propaganda type TV programmes; as people who had parents, aspirations, and who are a product of their times just like everyone else.

    My favorite character is “aboy shutuphouse”. We had our version of him where I come from. It always made me wonder, how those who worked with US Marines, even if it was for a short period of time, had a very distinctive and larger than life character. And how some of the words would be incorporated in their daily language, not to forget the flour mill girls who made songs that went “ሺት ገደመትየ: ኣይ ዶንት ኬር ኣባውትየ::”

  • Abrehet Yosief

    Selam ጻጸ
    I was making my awel bun for be’Ale Mariam when I saw zeragito from BA. Your magnanimity calmed me down. Otherwise, I was going to break my jebena. I liked how you managed to be inclusive of everyone. Unless it was a debate tactic. ኣግፊሕካ መጉት: ቁሩብ ክትረክብ:: By the way, do not make my qnat smaller than it needs to be. Radius is one third with some left over of my qnat and not half. Here is “gaba” for qursi bun.

  • GitSAtSE

    ሰላማት ሳልሕ ጆሃር፡

    Right On! and The Wailers Survival,Album’s Cover, and Bdhos አሳትጎመራ caset covers..

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    BIt by Bit and of The Data Dearth Terabytes defense…

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    ናይ ሓባር ዓውት ጉዕዞና ይዓቢ፡
    The Alchemists Paul and Aya Amanuel can attest to the universal truth of Pressure iBY The Beakers capacity = nRT.
    APPLICATION of which The Volcanic Eruption አሳተጎመራዊ is Trgum Armana. SYMBOKIC MATHEMATCS.if you will.
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    በኢማት ናፓልማት/// Chapter 2 Of Kings And Bandits.

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