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As we push towards reconciliation, we have to expose the wounds of the past that always pop-up to hinder the journey. Real reconciliation should not be considered for the sake of political expedience alone. The festering wounds need to be recognized and healed to reach a meaningful and lasting peace. Reconciliation requires a holistic approach. In that spirit, I am sharing with you a chapter from my book “Of Kings And Bandits” in a humble attempt to shed light on the cost of wars (Saleh “Gadi” Johar, April 13, 2015). The republishing of this piece is intended to remind any visitor to “Gira Fiori”  that the town carries wounds that were either addresses nor healed, yet the PFDJ is cutting it deeper – July 6, 2018)

Jemal was seven years old when for the first time he saw dead bodies hanging in the marketplace. He was on his way home when he saw the bodies dangling on nooses; he ran home as fast as he could and never went out for the rest of the day. He couldn’t sleep that night thinking someone would come and get him, the hazy image of the six bodies with no other details remained in his memory.

That was before the six-day war ended and now three years had passed since the war, another event that stayed imprinted in Jemal’s memory, reminding him of what happens to people whose countries go to war. A few months after the six-day war he saw Palestinian refugees pass through Keren on their way to Tessenei. He didn’t know of their final destination or why they needed to pass through Keren until much later. The refugees had found themselves stranded in different places west of the Jordan River and couldn’t cross to their homes in the West bank and the Gaza Strip that was occupied by Israel. They traveled south to Jeddah, sailed across the Red Sea to the port of Massawa in Eritrea and from there they took a bus to Asmera, passed by Keren and continued to the Sudan. The next leg of their journey took them to Egypt. Many could have hoped to enter Palestine through Sinai, but it was also occupied, together with the Suez Canal. Not so many made it back; like birds that lost their nests, many remained scattered along the way, all over the countries of the region.

That sight of Palestinian refugees had been compounded by Eritrean villagers who began to flock to Keren, bringing horror stories with them. Janhoi’s fighter planes and his troops bombed and murdered the villagers and burned their crops. In an exodus that would continue for a long time, thousands more escaped to refugee camps in the Sudan. Jemal couldn’t understand why any human being would purposely torch villages.

Now Jemal was a ninth grader and all of the fifteen years of his life hadn’t prepared him for what was yet to come. He never thought he would witness more massacres and gruesome scenes, worse than what he had already seen.

On the weekend, angry soldiers savagely beat up the people in the streets. Jebha guerrillas had ambushed an army convoy in a hilly area close to Keren and a battle had ensued. The convoy reached a sharp turn on the highway and the rebels sprayed it with heavy gunfire, blasting the leading vehicle. It burned and blocked the road. Soldiers jumped off the trucks and started to return fire. Rebel mortars made the soldiers disperse in confusion. The rebels had been looking for a prize target and one of the two sharpshooters spotted the officer with dark glasses as he crawled towards the rocks to take cover. Laying flat in between two boulders, the sharpshooter trained his gun on him and pulled the trigger, shooting the decorated officer. General Teshome, the commander of the second division of the army, died of the gunshot to his heart. The rebels retreated as fast as they came and disappeared behind the hills. Helicopters that arrived a bit too late failed to locate the rebels and ended up carrying the bodies of the soldiers they had come to rescue.

The army closed the Asmera road for the whole day and the news about the general’s death spread quickly. Angry soldiers went on a rampage unleashing their rage at anyone they found on the street. No one knew how Colonel Welana, the commander of the Keren garrison would react, but everyone had a hunch he would avenge the death of his commanding general with brutal force.

COLONEL WELANA PLANNED HIS REVENGE for ten days after which his troops cordoned Besekdira, Gebrrebi’s village, and ordered everyone to go inside the village mosque. Soldiers cocked their guns, aimed through the door and windows and sprayed the villagers with bullets, ripping them apart. Blood flooded the floor and submerged the bodies of the innocent victims. Lifeless bodies of women, children, and the old sprawled there, as the soldiers checked for any sign of a breathing soul to finish it off. Only a few survived the slaughter by staying buried beneath the dead. Gebrrebi’s father, mother and several of his relatives perished in that massacre. The troops had wasted two hundred and sixty people before returning to town to celebrate.

In only ten minutes they annihilated all of Gebrrebi’s relatives and left the place a ghost village whose few survivors discovered they had forgotten how to cry.

The shocking news arrived in Keren, where the people couldn’t explain what had happened, on the eve of the Eid holiday. Just like Jemal, they were still not aware of what was in store. Eid was not even an official holiday in Janhoi’s calendar, though half the Eritrean population was Muslim. On that day, December 1, 1970, Muslims didn’t know how to celebrate when the blood of the victims of Besekdira was still fresh. Muslim students were given the day off while Christians stayed in school.

Jemal and a few friends took a long stroll in that hazy cool morning. They had walked all the way to the west of town passing under the foot of the Tigu fortress, which seemed calm except for some movement of army vehicles. They passed the old hospital building and the new one built by Mr. Hugh and then the government house from which Degiat ruled the region. Degiat had become senile and Janhoi appointed him a councilor at the royal court, a position the king reserved for old hands who were no longer useful; time always shows its cruelty Jemal thought.

Across the street they crossed through the middle of the public park and exited on the looped road from where they headed back towards the town center—they had planned to have tea at Ajak’s teashop.

The streets had been unusually empty and there weren’t any noticeable movements of soldiers on the way either. In the distance, they could hear the noise of army trucks headed north on the Sahel road. The Ethiopian flag on the Tigu fortress flapped gently. They continued their stroll.

They stopped at the cinema hall to check what was showing; the poster announced a Western movie starring Clint Eastwood: IL Buono, IL Brutto, IL Cattivo. Though he had watched that movie twice before, Jemal was thinking of watching it again that afternoon. For the rest of the morning an old black and white Egyptian movie that had shown for at least a dozen times was on—Jemal thought it was uninteresting.

Jemal and his friends moved forward joking and laughing at no particular thing. Suddenly they heard crack-crack-crack, a sound of distant gunfire coming from the northern part of town. They stopped to listen. The sound of the gunfire became louder and louder and at one time, it seemed so close to where they were. Then the deafening sound of machine gun fire started to blast from the Tigu fortress. Looking towards Tigu, Jemal could see smoke rising to the sky. Everything went silent except for the gunfire and machine gun blasts. Everyone in the streets tried to find the reason for the gunfire but failed.

They hurried towards the town center and stopped by an open area where some crowds were forming. A thick black smoke went up from the hills over Ona, a village about a kilometer away from Keren on the road to Sahel. They hurried towards that direction, to the edge of town close to the goldsmiths’ market where they had displayed Fekres’ body two years earlier. Unable to see anything, they moved to another place close to the elementary school for better visibility. Ona was ablaze: it was burning. Besekdira could have been a prelude to a greater massacre.

Jemal saw soldiers who appeared the size of ants running towards the neighboring village of Waliko on the hills of Ona; they were chasing and shooting at people. It was difficult to tell if the villagers were falling, jumping to the ravines or simply dying where they dropped. The firing went on for about an hour. The smoke grew bigger and bigger and formed a thick umbrella of clouds. The huts of Ona were ablaze and the smoke from the other side of the hill—the location of the bulk of the village—became thicker. No one spoke but everyone repeated words muttered to themselves in disbelief. They were killing the people of Ona. They set Ona ablaze and Jemal felt a burning sensation in his chest, then dryness, and a scream that tried to force its way out of his throat but instead went down to his stomach and bloated his guts. Beads of tears formed in his eyes; Jemal resisted and had to prevent them from flowing. He felt sadness. He felt rage. He felt disgust. He hated himself because he couldn’t do anything; Janhoi’s soldiers were burning Ona and killing its people as he watched helplessly.

On the side of the street, a few shopkeepers locked their shops and hastily moved away. Others took their wares inside in preparation to close the doors. No one talked but all looked at each other, communicating solemnly through their eyes and worried looks. What would follow next? Will anyone escape that fate? No one wanted to die in the streets, a bad way to die. If he could not escape it, Jemal wanted to go home and await death in his house, with his family, with his loved ones.

Moments later, the streets cleared out completely and it looked like a ghost town. A few people moved aimlessly to one direction and then to another, looking up and down as if expecting something to drop from the sky. The door of the sky was shut that day—even mercy didn’t find its way down.

The chaotic scene continued. Jemal and his friends hurried to their neighborhood just like everybody else. No one uttered a word on the way—there was nothing to say; the noise of gunfire had discouraged their ears from picking up any other sounds.

Once in the neighborhood, Jemal and his friends stayed around in the street for the rest of the day, trying to make sense of what they had witnessed. Hours later, still, what happened seemed so unreal. Jemal hoped it was a dream and somehow, someone would wake him up. But it wasn’t. Jemal’s mother had appeared at the door worried and begged him to get inside, forgetting he is no longer a child to be ordered in!

She looked distressed, “It is not safe outside,” she said helplessly, trying to hide half her worry. Having stayed in the house all day, she didn’t have the slightest idea how unsafe it had become. Assuring her he would be fine, Jemal walked to the alley through the steel gate. He went to the secluded area where he spent evenings during the hours of the curfew, the alley that Ambess the dog had once ruled.

The boys sat there all gloomy until they heard sounds of military Jeeps going up and down the street. Peeking through a nail hole in the gate Jemal saw swarms of soldiers nervously standing by the corner of the street and toting their guns. They must have come straight from the killing fields of Ona. They were dusty and heavily armed and they seemed to be salivating like a hyena waiting to devour its prey.

A few minutes before six, an old man hurried towards his home racing against time to make it before the curfew time. Jemal thought he wouldn’t be able to make it in time anyway. Maybe that is why the soldiers shouted and stopped him. They questioned and searched him; Jemal could hear their muted voices, faint threats. Then, when they couldn’t find anything, they chastised him for breaking the curfew law. He pleaded to continue on his way. “I have a few minutes left, I can get home in time,” he reasoned. One of the soldiers slapped him and the second one kicked him with his boots. Then all five soldiers took turns in the beating. The man looked wasted, a total wreck, a litter. “Go!” their leader screamed at him, “Run before I stop your breathing with a bullet.”

In fear, and to save his dear life, even a legless person would try to outrun a cheetah; the old man seemed to have regained life—he attempted to spring up but crumpled, too beaten up to do anything. He began to crawl. One of the soldiers aimed his gun at the crawling man. Jemal saw the soldier’s finger on the trigger of his Uzi, he thought he would pull the trigger but the man had already passed out in the middle of the street. A while earlier he would have been grateful to the soldiers for allowing him to go, not minding their cruelty; or he could have imagined they were the last persons he would ever see. They waved to a truck and loaded the unconscious man on it. Jemal had no doubt he would end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

A moment later Jemal heard a burst of an Uzi gun behind the building. Everything went silent. He could still see the tail of the truck on which the soldiers loaded the man. The soldier who had his finger on the trigger moments earlier jumped off the truck and it left.

Janhoi’s men had the authority do what they pleased; the rest of the population was either Jebha or their collaborators whose lives could be wasted at whim. The soldiers had to prove their authority repeatedly, even if it was to themselves.

Jemal and his friends talked somberly about what had happened a few meters from where they sat locked behind a steel gate. Jemal’s tears pushed to come out; he failed to prevent them. He went to a corner to be alone for a minute; crying in solitude. The flow of tears relieved him.

The next day, shops stayed closed and people avoided the streets.

By the third day, some shops opened, but the road to Ona and the surrounding areas remained closed by a heavy military presence. Vultures glided on the skies over Ona and the smoke refused to clear up. The dark clouds stayed on the sky.

COLONEL WELANA MUST HAVE FELT RELIEVED. He avenged the death of his commander by torching two villages and massacring their inhabitants. The massacre of Besekdira was not enough to satiate his thirst for revenge and blood; on the next day he ordered his troops to annihilate the village of Ona as well. This time his troops killed over six hundred people. The colonel had been determined to have as many souls as possible accompany General Teshome to the grave.

For three days after the massacre, Colonel Welana denied the people permission to bury the dead of Ona as vultures and hyenas feasted on their bodies.

On the fourth day after the massacre, Jemal returned to school and he looked at Ona from his first floor classroom window and he couldn’t turn his eyes away. It was so close it felt like he could throw a stone and hit a charred tree on the hills of the beleaguered village. Suddenly a crowd appeared in the distance, he could see them walking towards Ona. The whole class came to the windows to have a look, the Filipina teacher unconsciously walked out of the class to find out what was going on and the students followed her out. “Permission obtained! Permission obtained!” shouted a student, “Go to bury the dead!”

The elders of the town requested for an audience with the Colonel and begged him to allow them to bury the dead. Expensive gifts and bribe money had relaxed Colonel Welana a little, he finally yielded.

“If the rebels do anything here, Ona’s fate awaits Keren,” he threatened, “You need to convince your bandit children to stop. Now go. You have until curfew time to finish burying the bandits of Ona,” he told them.

The whole town mobilized for the job though no one had an idea what to expect once there. Jemal joined the students and went to Ona taking a shortcut, crawling from under the barbed wire fence of the school. They crossed the open space to the citrus gardens and to the dry Daari River. Some students climbed the hills towards Ona; Jemal and his friend Khalid went through the highway that passed the village and found mounds of charred substances still smoking.

The village had been razed to the ground and one couldn’t tell whether the many heaps were debris of charred huts or remains of animals and people. A strange suffocating odor of noxious gases filled the village—burned huts, grain, animals and people. It smelled of meat being grilled, the village smelled of death. For the first time the stench of death didn’t carry the smell of DDT.

The day death arrived at Ona, most of the men had left to Keren for the holiday prayer or for work. Women, children, the old and the sick remained in the village wishing to celebrate Eid. Most of the scattered remains were shot at close range and the bodies had no pieces of jewelry, coin or anything of value left on them. Charred bodies, blood soaked bodies, bodies of children and bodies of women with open bellies, were strewn around, some burned while sleeping, others charred in squatting positions. A near-death tired baby with closed eyes still sucked the breast of his dead mother among piles of bloated bodies that let out a putrid odor. Jemal saw the ripped ear lobe of the mother, an obvious sign of a fiercely snatched tellal, a pricy crescent-shaped golden earring. Janhoi’s army didn’t only shoot the people; they robbed Ona of its meager wealth. The woman must have fished it out from a safe place to wear it on the holiday when the villagers put on bright clothes. White. The color of death. Some clothes shined under the sun and flapped with each gust of wind and each breeze that carried the stench of death.

The students combed far areas around the villages in search of bodies. A heap one thought was of wood would suddenly reveal a charred body. If not for the shape and probably some skin, a strand of thinly braided hair, an unburned part of the skull, it was hard to tell the human remains from the rest. Jemal saw bodies sprayed with bullets at the bottom of ravines, they were probably trying to escape death. Maybe they were shot by the ant-sized soldiers that he saw the day of the massacre.

Spotting a half burned house, Khalid and Jemal approached to check. Inside, under what used to be a bed, the body of a woman had turned to charcoal. She must have been crawling on all fours, she could have been hiding under the bed when the merciless shot hit, or maybe she just suffocated and died. They removed the charred bed frame and prepared to lift the body. Jemal held the body by the hand and Khalid lifted it by the leg but suddenly the leg snapped off and remained in his hands. Jemal felt a sudden nausea and he threw up. His stomach lurched and retched; he could only spit some acidic, yellowish liquid. It was then that Hamid the Muezzin , the prayer caller, came to his rescue and stared at him in disgust.

Ashamed for not being strong enough, Jemal faked courage while Khalid tried to put on a brave face. Hamid didn’t seem to be bothered with how the boys felt; he didn’t feel sorry for them. It seemed he would rather have them see life in its ugliest form. He brought a large piece of a fabric and showed them how to lift charred bodies. Sliding a plywood panel under it, he lifted the body and dropped it on the fabric. He told them to pick the pieces that looked like body parts and add them to the pile on the fabric which they tied and moved to a fresh grave. The Muezzin looked at them, “You need to throw your feelings away. Be strong!” He said.

Jemal didn’t understand why he had to say that.

It became emotionally difficult to cope with the sight and Jemal felt dizzy. He walked to a tree and sat there for a while to regain his breath, but he found that undoable. He sprang up feeling ashamed for even trying to rest.

People with shovels and pickaxes were busy digging graves. No one told the other where to dig: people just dug holes everywhere and lowered the closest body they could find into it, or just dumped it there. But it was getting late and they didn’t have enough time to bury the bodies in separate graves. They frantically began to dig mass graves by the entrance to the village; curfew time was approaching fast and Colonel Welana’s orders dictated that the burial should be finished before curfew time at six in the evening.

A little after three o’clock, two long and deep meandering ditches had been dug and the people laid rows of bodies in them. Mr. Hugh’s Land Rover pulled close by, carrying boys from the Lalemba orphanage. They unloaded bundles of white Abu Jedid fabric, kefen, affordable clothing for the poor and a burial shroud for the dead. The townspeople had already brought many bundles, but it was running short. Jemal busied himself cutting the shroud into nine-meter pieces; the people of Ona deserved a clean shroud on their final voyage. The rows of bodies by the side of the mass grave made them look like Egyptian mummies.

Mr. Hugh’s Lalemba charity had inaugurated a new hospital a few months earlier. Now he was in Ona, distressed like everyone else as sweat mixed with dust left patches of mud on his khaki shirt; of all the foreigners in Keren, he was the only one Jemal saw at Ona.

Some wounded villagers had survived for three days in hiding. Mr. Hugh took them to his new hospital on the back of his Land Rover; a few must have died en route. But his efforts didn’t go well with Colonel Welana, the butcher of Besekdira and Ona. He wanted Mr. Hugh out of Keren immediately. The colonel didn’t want any foreigner around to witness when he carried out his next massacre.

The sun seemed to be in defiance and refused to set down. It was there with its shy heat, its lights blocked. It was getting dark, yet it could have been daytime. Jemal had been there for almost six hours that felt like six years. He gazed again at the sun that lurked behind the clouds; it seemed it would never move away.

Finally it moved towards its hiding place, leaving behind some dark clouds with dull amber linings. It shined through the dust that engulfed the village. Jemal wondered about the smoke that didn’t have any visible source apart from the stubborn debris of the once sturdy tree trunks, pillars that supported the roof of the huts and now refused to collapse or burn down. Jemal looked at his hands, clothes, and the land around him—everything was covered in soot.

The men digging the holes were widening the sides. Someone stretched inside the holes to check if the holes were wide enough for the comfort of the dead! He rolled from one side to the other and nodded in approval before climbing out. Jemal stepped backwards, a few steps, and looked at the holes whose mouths were ready to swallow anything thrown into them, like that of a monster. He remembered the pits where the helpless birds he caught were thrown in by workers to be swallowed by the snakes, and the meandering grave appeared like a snake ready to swallow the victims of Ona.

It was getting late. Around three-hundred bodies had already been buried in separate graves, and around that many bodies were lying around waiting for burial in the mass graves. Wondering why he bothered to count, Jemal had stopped when he counted close to three-hundred more bodies.

About a dozen people jumped into the hole and raised their hands to receive the bodies. No one spoke but everyone understood what the other said. The crowd rushed to carry the bodies and lower them to the hands of the men waiting inside the grave. They laid them on their sides facing north. Rows of bodies shrouded in white cloth filled the grave. Dozens of shovels started to throw dirt and bury them. Slowly, dirt covered all the visible white Abu Jedid shrouds. Dust rose and blinded the people. The burial was over.

A little after five in the afternoon the Muezzin led a short prayer for the dead. Thereafter, the crowd, exhausted, distressed and angry, started to walk away through the picturesque Ertola citrus gardens and towards the town center. The trees, as if in mourning, didn’t move. There was no wind and no air around, just empty space. Like stray zombies on the full moon, the dust-covered crowd streaked away from Ona. No one spoke. No one cried. No one paced faster than the other did. Like the tic-tock of a clock, people lifted one leg and then the other. Jemal looked around; he saw dried clay figures that pretended to be humans, walking. Has he turned into clay? Did it matter if he could also face the fate of the villagers of Ona anytime? What if someday he ended up in a hole buried close to someone he didn’t even know? What happens inside the grave? He didn’t expect an answer from anyone—it was Jemal’s tired imagination going wild. He realized that and stopped by the garden fence and cried. Warm tears washed the dust and left streaks of mud over his cheeks. He thought he screamed but didn’t hear himself.

The dust on the road became stuffier. Jemal started to walk again and reached an open area. Over the empty land he looked towards the hill from where some of the rounds that rained on Ona were fired. He saw the Ethiopian flag waving—he wondered what Colonel Welana, the engineer of the atrocities, was doing at that moment.

On the foothill of the Tigu fortress, his school looked empty and deserted. Why go to school anyway, Jemal asked himself. A voice echoed in his ears and changed the subject on him. It seemed to say, ‘This has to be avenged!’

When Jemal reached the asphalted street, the steps of the people became audible; they walked in a shamble, their feet making a strange screeching sound. The doors of the houses on the street were closed. So was the door of Jemal’s house.

Just as he was about to knock, as if she knew he was there, Jemal’s mother opened the door. She tousled his hair but didn’t say a word. That day, he had perfected the talent of listening to people speak through their eyes. He heard her. Jemal doesn’t remember if he washed up that night, he thought he went straight to bed. Something cried in his ears for the whole night: Justice! Justice! Justice!

Of Kings And Bandits is available at <>

About Saleh "Gadi" Johar

Born and raised in Keren, Eritrea, now a US citizen residing in California, Mr. Saleh “Gadi” Johar is founder and publisher of Author of Miriam was Here, Of Kings and Bandits, and Simply Echoes. Saleh is acclaimed for his wealth of experience and knowledge in the history and politics of the Horn of Africa. A prominent public speaker and a researcher specializing on the Horn of Africa, he has given many distinguished lectures and participated in numerous seminars and conferences around the world. Activism was founded by Saleh “Gadi” Johar and is administered by the Awate Team and a group of volunteers who serve as the website’s advisory committee. The mission of is to provide Eritreans and friends of Eritrea with information that is hidden by the Eritrean regime and its surrogates; to provide a platform for information dissemination and opinion sharing; to inspire Eritreans, to embolden them into taking action, and finally, to lay the groundwork for reconciliation whose pillars are the truth. Miriam Was Here This book that was launched on August 16, 2013, is based on true stories; in writing it, Saleh has interviewed dozens of victims and eye-witnesses of Human trafficking, Eritrea, human rights, forced labor.and researched hundreds of pages of materials. The novel describes the ordeal of a nation, its youth, women and parents. It focuses on violation of human rights of the citizens and a country whose youth have become victims of slave labor, human trafficking, hostage taking, and human organ harvesting--all a result of bad governance. The main character of the story is Miriam, a young Eritrean woman; her father Zerom Bahta Hadgembes, a veteran of the struggle who resides in America and her childhood friend Senay who wanted to marry her but ended up being conscripted. Kings and Bandits Saleh “Gadi” Johar tells a powerful story that is never told: that many "child warriors" to whom we are asked to offer sympathies befitting helpless victims and hostages are actually premature adults who have made a conscious decision to stand up against brutality and oppression, and actually deserve our admiration. And that many of those whom we instinctively feel sympathetic towards, like the Ethiopian king Emperor Haile Sellassie, were actually world-class tyrants whose transgressions would normally be cases in the World Court. Simply Echoes A collection of romantic, political observations and travel poems; a reflection of the euphoric years that followed Eritrean Independence in 1991.

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  • Mitiku Melesse

    Hei, Now.
    I have no idea about the tplf parliament or the house. Since tplf started playing with fire ie recruit members with corruption to its parliament members from each ethnic group and let them applaud for whatever decision tplf wants to pass on for the betterment of Tigray and its corrupt groups i never followed the parliament. Remember this is the parliament which ‘won’ the last election by 100%. The rudimentary rules we agreed was all ethnic groups shall lead its population.

    Now fast forward, when the PM arrived in Asmara the Afar Killil president was in the Ethiopian delegation but one other is missing. The tigray president. Tigray is boycotting the peace agreement. This is a bad sign.

  • Amde

    Selam Now Inc.

    Parliament is bicameral, i.e. two houses. House of People’s Representatives. (HPR). And House of Federation HoF.

    Speaker of HPR is leader of SEPDM.
    Speaker of HoF is member of TPLF Politburo.

    Accident of history, but i think its cool both are muslim women with real power. I think over the coming months and years Parliament will start to come into its own as EPRDF wanes.


  • Mitiku Melesse

    Hei all,

    Who wanted, who created, who nourished the NPNW between the two complicated countries in the world?
    I was one of those who said that PIA is using the NPNW to stay in power for ever. Where is the proof, where is the proof… My proof is Awate and tplf media. And as an adult i am responsible too for parroting what other said.

    Why now tplf in general and Tigray in particular haven’t got jubilees with happiness? We have brain washed by tplf that Tigray has been paying more than its share due to NPNW. Was that so? We have seen leaders and people who suffered by the NPNW these two weeks. They get happy. That is what people do who suffered from war. Our new leaders who liberated themselves fro tplf, the Eritrean leaders, all Eritreans. Only Ethiopian tigrians and their leaders are not happy. I am now started worrying why Tigrians dont take their stand about tplf.

    The owner of are not happy about the peace. But we shouldn’t worry about it. They are far from the war or the no peace. They are far from their people. Our peoples in the west at least some of them are strange. Maybe it is in a smaller scale they needed for their hobby web pages juicy story. What can give more juicy story than 400,000 soldiers from two poorest countries in the world confronting one another? The story of Sawa, the border skirmish, the refugees and their horror stories. From a hobby editor point of view the peace story is a dead end. If peace prevails both Ethiopia and Eritrea media can have more stories than

    • Mitiku Melesse

      Hei, Moderators. I understand your frustration completely.

      • Mitiku Melesse

        Hei, Moderators.
        Do you want an excuse to stop me from commenting, then say directly i do stop. Let’s not go around the bush. It is not the first time you stopped me.

  • Mitiku Melesse

    Who wanted the NPNW for its twisted interest? Interest which sabotaged millions of people development. The 80 thousand soldiers who lost their lives for the meaningless war , the weapons, the fuels and many more related to the war wasted for the interest of ill-wishers could have done a miracle for both lands.

    Who are they and where are they now the war mongers. Did they benefit from the war. Ya. Could this kind of profit is sustainable. No way!!!!!!!!!!

    The president of Eritrea was accused for using the NPNW for his personal benefits. I was one of those who shared that idea. Who put that idea into my thought? Awate, tplf?

    Ethiopian government? Not the government which made itself free from woyane rule. The new government call for peace and now in Eritrea dancing with Eritreans.

    Who was the master of NPNW, who was proud of the NPNW? The woyane government and its supporters. Did not hear for years that Tigrians who suffer for the NPNW in Ethiopia. Wernt we told Tigrians still paying the price……..HMMMMMMM . So where is the jubilant peace demonstration in Tigray? Is it only tplf which is angry by the peace deal with Eritrea.

    Why Tigray people do not celebrate this peace deal.? We understand the awate disappointment of the peace deal. But why does tigray upset?

  • dawit

    Good Day Awatians

    JULY 8, 2018 a historic day in the Horn of Africa. A historic meeting between PIA and PMAA in the historic city of peace and unity Asmara! Awatians, forget the controversy for a day and celebrate the event that shades a light of peace and hope to the people of Eritrea and Ethiopia.

    Peace an prosperity to the peoples of Eritrea and Ethiopia!


    • abdulworld

      Yes Dawit… you are right.. No matter you political standing.. for millions of eritrean and ethiopian peaceful co-existence should be part of their human right…
      I am greatly impressed by Dr. Abiy- within a short time he has be tidal wave…

      I think he is part of demographic tidal wave of Horn.. 85% of Ethiopian/Eritrean populations are below of age of 30 years old. So, for first time the majority of Ethiopian irrespective of ethnicity have gotten leader reflective of their generation.
      I know for sure his behavior and reaction of Eritrean government has shocked a lot of older generation of Eritrean and Ethiopian…
      When the Eritrean people start having leader in 40s or 30s of age— we can also start seeing similar tidal wave…

      This is not just about visionary leadership but generational change… it is refreshing.. we can finally start closing the chapters of madness and stupidity of 60s, 70’s, 80, 90’s… and join the rest of world in our current times..
      Eritrean and Ethiopian have suffered enough from madness of that last generation.. Time is finally speaking…

  • Hameed Al-Arabi

    My message to all Ethiopians is to guard PM Dr. Abie Ahmed Ali from Isaias Afwarki. Concerning Eritreans they are from peace.

    I congratulate Ethiopians for having a very inspiring leader.

    • Mitiku Melesse

      Hei, Hameed.
      We have seen and heard PIA through the ears and eyes of woyanes. We all have learnt a lot in the past 27 years. Let’s see and hear by our own eyes and ears. We see how our PM has been welcomed. It was one of the greatest welcome. He doesnt get this welcome in Tigray. So our president gets better welcome in our ”enemy number one” than home, i may say.

      We have seen how Eritreans look like. From their clothing, the way they look, dance they dont look like a country under siege of a dictator. Maybe this is the time to see by our own eyes the fact on the ground.

    • Natom Habom

      selam hameed
      ethiopian will see you as tplf stooge from now if you try to demonize the light of eritrea ISSAYAS AFEWERQI
      because peoples are understanding that they have been mislead
      by wrong people ,
      any way no shroud of sadness today maybe for you guys ,we are all happy today
      the two country at last come together ,let me remind the writer that there is no more wound and damage MADE than the so call opposition that left no stone to bring eritrea to its knee ,but evil always loose good always win ,
      and today both ERITREA AND ETHIOPIA WIN

  • Mitiku Melesse

    Selam to all,
    The new PM has arrived in Eritrea. The welcome he received a touching one. People both in Ethiopia and Eritrea love this God sent man. Peace for all of us.

    • Blink

      Dear Mitiku
      Did you see how Eritreans do ? Oh no sorry people like kibrom , saay ,Abraham , Berhe, Amanuel and others I forgot will still look to dictionaries of different meanings . Dear mitiku these war monger still will look in the women Eritreans dress and look at the mix of Eritreans who were receiving the PM . Now what’s the choice of these you called war mongers ? Non they have been hiding behind this grand idea of peace and justice but I question their rejection for peace motive . Peace to the people with out Twitter, Facebook ,snap and all other modern fancy things because the least they lost was lies , hate , ethnic politics and religious lunatics dogma. I have a brother in Meshalit, ensi way way out from any thing we say here and I am happy they will not be trapped in the borders .

      • Mitiku Melesse

        Selam Blink.
        I am touched when our PM gave hugs and our traditional kiss for his hosts. Eritrean hosts. These are the people we are thought to hate for the last 20 years. These are the people we are not allowed to talk one another until tplf or anybody for that matter tell us to do so. These are the people we can send them where ever they come from because we dont like their color of eyes. These are the people we can bomb when ever america’s interest is assumed challenged. These are the people we want to exercise the american democracy system overnight.

        Late alone tplf uses this western system to make havoc among us and rip our misery as its own profit we Eritreans and Ethiopians never use this evil system between our countries. What has been done between 1991- til now would be a lesson.

        Ethiopia this is Eritrea, Eritrea this is Ethiopia. Let’s work hand in hand and develop our countries in the sprit of seeing no poverty in our lands. That inferior complex slavery mentality of tplf must be the thing of the past.

  • said

    Taking the Long View: Why the West is in Denial of its Responsibilities for the wretched Immigrants!
    How disturbingly ironic that the rich and powerful countries that are at the very source of the tragic world Refugees’ debacle are escaping complete responsibility in the sharing of the alleviation of the plight of these wretched humans forced to flee home and country, wandering the globe under extreme, unimaginable risks and hardships, seeking a safe refuge. These countries, the main perpetrators of the merciless and senseless wanton destructions to humans and property causing the World Refugees’ Problems in the first place are both, “Having the Cake and Eating It Too;” carrying on with their narrow political agendas, adding unabated to the refugees problem with total impunity. What a Travesty of all Travesties!
    The World’s Immigrants Problem is mostly Western in its origin and causes. Colonization, Mass Dislocation of Resources, Wars and Slavery, disruption of the norms, are at the source of much of the socio-economic disruptions to the normal evolution of the societies of the colonized indigenous settings and social relations of the aggressed and mercilessly exploited colonized continents and nations.

    Ever since the Spaniards and Portuguese took to the high seas at the turn of the 16th century, in the pursuit of the plundering of the riches of the West Indies in the direction of the West across the Atlantic Ocean in the case of the Spaniards, in the so-called New World, the Americas; the Portuguese naval supremacies headed south towards the African continent en route towards the commercially rich orient with particular destination of the much-coveted Indian Subcontinent. The Dutch and the English followed in due course century and a half later after the colonization of Africa, Indonesia and India. The English managed to invade and colonize India for more than two centuries benefiting hugely from the unfettered exploit and plundering of the riches of the country commonly referred to as the Jewel in the British Crown. This was carried to other new territories in Africa, Australia and New Zealand.

    For centuries, starting with the Spaniards and Portuguese plundering of the riches of the colonized territories; besides the heinous annihilation of much of the indigenous natives and the savage obliterations of their well-founded civilizations in the Caribbean, Central America and South America; the West, with England and Holland following on the steps of the Spaniards and the Portuguese, depleted the colonized territories of their natural resources and riches disrupted the social fabric and the relative harmonious existence of the people of the colonized territories.

    The mass importation of African Black Slaves in various successive waves over many decades under the harshest and most inhuman conditions to work the lands of the colonized Caribbean and American territories, hugely contributed to the economic prosperity and the accumulation of huge wealth by the feudalist Oligarchs and trading merchants of the European Stock, the settler colonialists of the New World.

    As is always the case, White Supremacy camouflaged in the cloak of Religion reinforced the pretences and false legitimacy of the emergence of dominating White Supremacist classes of the settler European colonialists in the new colonies of the so-called the new world.

    Professor Thomas Piketty of the Paris School of Economics did justice in his best-seller epic book, “Capital in the Twenty First Century,” 2013; attributing much of the new wealth post the industrial revolution in the West, mainly England and France to the plundering of the riches of the colonialized territories.

    Going back two to three centuries, Piketty, has shown, same with regard to the Black American Slaves, the huge contributions of the plundering of the riches of the colonialized lands to the flourishing of the North American economy, North and South. This, as Piketty restricted his research to the ability to mine of reliable data to build on his conclusions that he could dig out at the most going back two to three centuries.

    Thomas Piketty demonstrated, in charts and statistics, the huge positive impact that the plundering of the riches of the colonialized lands had on the flourishing and structural changes of the Western economies.

    Oxford Historian Professor Peter Frankopan, in his turn, in a truly epic writing, did a great job in his International best-seller, “The Silk Roads,” 2017, showing with so much sweeping meticulous details the rising economic power of the West on the back of the newly colonialized lands beginning with the start of the Spanish Conquistadors at the early 16th century.

    However, the Middle East had its great misfortunes with the fall of the Ottoman Empire as the European Powers acted as the predators of the spoils of a crumbling Ottoman Empire at the end of WWI. The Middle East was sliced with vengeance without considerations to demographics and regional history in accordance with the pre-set Sykes-Picot Partition Plan between the allies. Oil, as the new source of energy and the plan to create a Jewish homeland ranked paramount as considerations in the partition plan of the Middle East.

    The British promise in 1917 of the creation of a Jewish homeland in Palestine resulted in the creation of the Palestine problem and the exodus of the Palestinian refugees whose number now counts more than 5 million refugees.

    Interestingly, in the meanwhile, the Western powers failed to deliver on the promises entailed on the force of the pretences of the League of Nations’ mandate to modernize, develop, economically and politically the newly colonialized territories of the Middle East post the WWI.

    Instead, beside creating the huge Palestinian problem that became a big source of wasteful conflicts and security tensions in the region, the West thwarted the political development and the development of the democratic institutions in the Middle East that would contribute to the socio-economic and socio-political development of the people of the region. Motivated by a perennial desire to maintain political and security control of the Middle East under the optic of Sphere of Influence, the Western power installed lackey vassal dictatorial regimes, of mostly hereditary ruling dynasties that failed to contribute to the economic, political and social revival of the people of the Middle east. However, this lingering reality prevented the development of a truly democratic life resulting in the absence of social justice, equal opportunities and the unleashing of creative energies conducive to the development of competitive modern economies.

    In the recent years, the Western powers, the US, the UK , France, Russian ,Iranian, Some of GCC countries and local sell out, planted the seeds of disruptive civil wars in Iraq, Syria, Libya and Yemen, through NATO and the active participation and funding of local proxies that beside destroying the chances of economic development and the creation of employment opportunities, the civil wars resulted in mass exodus and the flight of significant percentages of the people of these countries, thus accentuating the refugees and immigration problems.

    Ditto with the countries of Latin America that the US assumed complete political tutelage of under the Monroe Doctrine as early as the 1820s. The US and its intelligence branches, mainly the CIA, proved instrumental of forestalling the development of political institutions, fair system of representation, social justice and equal opportunities. However, the US Administrations strove to maintain a system of lackey vassal rulers who ruled with oppressive iron-fist as mostly corrupt right-wing dictator regimes. These conditions compromised the chances of economic development, spread of social justice and new job opportunities.

    The security challenges and political instability in most of the countries of Central America continue to this day forcing many citizens to flee their countries in search of safety and a more promising economic opportunities. This tends to greatly aggravate the immigration problem as many attempts to make across the borders to the prosperous US.

    The immigration policies of many of the Western powers, mainly the US, are deficient and discriminatory .With the exception of Germany and to a lesser extent the Scandinavian Countries; the US and most of the other EU countries are implementing policies to put severe limits on immigration as some are engaged in deploying reverse policies – the Trump administration – to cause the deportation of millions of undocumented immigrants.

    Besides, the West, mainly certain countries of Western Europe, are failing miserably in deploying policies and well-thought programs for the assimilation and the integration of their immigrant minorities that constitute now a significant rising percentage of the total indigenous European population

    However, ironically, instead of enlightened Western polity ponder policies and strategies to effectively assimilate and integrate rising immigrant minorities in a fast-aging European population, right wing politicians are thriving on the exploit of the immigration issue in fast growing populist movements of exclusionist extreme right-wing tendencies.

    • Mitiku Melesse

      Hi Said.
      Think if Eritrea with roughly 5 million pop, can export sea food 10 billion dollars yearly , do you think any eritrean could be economical refugee.
      Norway exports 10billion dollars sea food yearly.

      Do you think it is difficult for the west to export cheap labor from the eastern block legaly for thier ”aging

  • abdulworld

    Hello all,
    It seem like peace train is moving.
    1. We first have to have peace before anything can happen..
    2. Second I think there is generational gap.. most people talking about stuff from 70’s and 80’s just need to focus their energy on what’s best for 80+% of population of both country who don’t know anything about that generation’s madness and stupidity.
    3. Peace is sustainable if we focus on what is best for the future generation…

    • Mitiku Melesse

      Selam, abdul,
      Ya man, i have discussed with many young Eritreans the idea reflected on awate forum. Guess what they were suspicious that i came up with this weird idea because i am from Ethiopia. They were skeptics because i may twist things just to spoil for Eritrea. The old people here tell us that how a perfect Eritra they have created in 1950s and since then there would be no Eritreans can achieve that perfect Eritrea ever.

  • dawit

    Selamat Awatians,

    Why AT recycles hate articles at a time when there is a glimpse of hope for a real Eritrean and Ethiopian are moving side by side for a peace talk? The illusive peace is moving today at light speed for a change. Yes The peace train is moving fast. Tomorrow PMAM is travelling to Eritrea to meet PIA in Asmara. My advice to the ‘Eritrean opposition’ groups better be on-board, otherwise they will be referred as war mongers in history . What will it take to understand a simple arithmetic? It is time for Addition and Multiplication. The time for subtraction and division is over. Please don’t gamble with innocent young poor people life.

    Wishing peace and prosperity for the people of Ethiopia and Eritrea.


    • Hope

      Asenayka,Huna wo wed Adna:

      Asenay ib dehan akbelka.

      “The time for subtraction and division is over. Please don’t gamble with innocent young poor people life.

      Wishing peace and prosperity for the people of Ethiopia and Eritrea.”
      Afka YsiAAr Bro.
      Welcome back.

      • dawit

        Thank you Brother Hope.Asananay ib dehan tsenhakumna. Yes there is Hope in the Horn of Africa. PIA and PMAA are meeting in the historic city of Asmara!


    • Mitiku Melesse

      Hei, Dawit.
      The recycle has always mean something for Awatforum owners. 1) Nothing to talk about meaning it is peaceful both in Ethiopia or Eritrea.
      2) Awat forum is against some positive development in Eritrea but they couldnt oppose the development with substantial arguments.

  • Brhan

    Hi Awate,

    That is the word that Eritreans have not heard from Ethiopins to crimes committed by the two previous Ethiopian governments: the King Halie Selase and the Derg.

    Sorry could be a simple word but when it is said it teaches many people that it is a good culture for people looking for peace. It was said in Australia, South Africa and Canada in order to accomplish reconciliation between the whites and natives.

    • Zee

      Which “Ethiopians” do you want to apologize to which “Eritreans”?

      • Brhan

        Hi Zee
        Zee read the article that SGH wrote and you will find the answer to your questions

  • Saleh Johar

    Hope, I have always been angry at your type of Eritreans who are just an embarrassment to the rest of Eritreans. I hate your wobbly, yoyo positions and bellicose remarks and you pretention–trying to appear as a peaceful man. I can say you are a militia sernay of sorts, flip-flopping with any new system. What were you doing during the time of Derg? Member of ESAPA or some other union?

  • Nitricc

    Hi All, I was amazed the speedy change of ETV, Ethiopian TV. I mean in no time become real news source and very transparent. There were times you hear the same news told by ESAT and ETV. Indeed confusing times. I was truly amazed at the speedy change of ETV. Then this…..! The Eritrean factor hits the snag. Why is it, all of a sudden ETV is silent about PMAA visit to Eritrea? Because it is PIA asked the Eritrean style silence. If not how is it for ETV to say nothing? Again this shows who is leading the peace process. For all i know since Keren is the focal point, PMAA could drive in to Eritrea through Sudan or through Ethiopian borders, Humera. hey who knows, no news is telling us anything, so, we are free to speculate. the point is once again it turns out this is going to be done the Shaebia-way.

    • Mitiku Melesse

      Hei, Nitricc.
      In theory there were many options as to how the two leaders of our countries meet or welcomed by our peoples. 1) Tplf and its buddies eri-oppositions as you call them toothless toppled the Eritrean government and tplf leader marchning on Harnet street.

      2) PIA’s ethio-oppositions toppled the hyenas tplfs and PIA marching in addis once again with warm welcome with the real Ethiopian flags

      and many other combinations.

      But all of a sadden this miracle maker took us by surprise and brought us without any more complication with our neighboring country Eritrea. Nitricc this option is good for all of us, even for tplf. They did not now that the other options have a serious consequences.

  • Mitiku Melesse

    Selam all.
    Most of us who are not tigre both in Eritrea and Ethiopia have problem understanding the relationships between eplf and tplf. Some times we are forced to only to guess. Eplf has evolved itself to PFDJ while TPLF has continued as it was. Maybe Tigray not yet liberated? But for that to happen tplf must define Tigray clearly.

    Why did other ethnic groups around the border between Ethiopia and Eritrea are separated but tigrians are separated by will? Is it by will?

    Why did the two eliminated other oppositions even before they took power like elf and eprp?

    Why did the south tigrians sacrifice is greater than the whole Eritreans added together for the independence of Eritrea?
    Why did they were more open about their relation during 1991-1998?

    Why did happen that horrible enmity which exploded in 19998?
    Why did eplf all of a sadden exposed how tplf wanted to to liberate Tigray from Ethiopia and it was eplf forced tplf to not dismantle Tigray from Ethiopia? In fact it was eplf which forced tigray to be part of Ethiopia. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

    The whole problem is found or buried in the understanding of what it mean that eplf forced Tigray to join Ethiopia.

    It means if we try to answer all the above questions with the facts then the biggest problem underlies the understanding of Eplf forced tplf to join Ethiopia.

    The fact remained that eplf did not want tigray to join its family Tigrinya and enjoy independent Eritrea. Tigrians are more Eritreans (the Eritrea i know for the last 27 years) than any other ethnic groups in Eritrea. And Tigray in 1991 couldnt stand as an independent country. So indirectly it was forced to join Ethiopia. This is not fun. This is a heart breaker. Eplf helped Tigray and tplf as far as it could til 1998. I dont know what happened in and around 1999. But tplf in particular and tigrians in general are mad about that they did not join Eritrea. What a wonderful world it could be if they joined, at least for the southern Tigrians. If afar gets this opportunity they choose the unity, if kunama gets they choose their unity etc.

    The rest what tplf has done not even about Ethiopia. It was a revenge against the big brother. You abandon me but i survived. This kind of revenge is a bloody one always. Tplf wanted to proof that they can do better than Eritreans. They can have their own factories better than Eritera. They can build a more modern city than Asmara. They can even have their own Red Sea access if they played the Badme card wisely.

    But my question why do we the rest must suffer?

  • Mitiku Melesse

    Selam, Abyi.
    Saleh got panicked. He was sitting and waiting for a miracle to change the PIA government but the change comes from the south. That was not expected. And this happens when you sit and criticize. You have to be part of the change makers. Naturally.

    HMMMMMMMMMM Who wanted to replace PIA? Who learned replacing PIA needed practical work and sacrifice.

  • Mitiku Melesse

    ”Reconciliation requires a holistic approach.”
    If it is not holistic then we have to sit like awatenians and criticize the oppositions, all governments the past and the present except the Italians.

    ”Reconciliation requires a holistic approach” is a one liner punch against the peace process started by the reformed government of Ethiopia led by our pm. I dont think Saleh wish to extend the NWNP for the sake of the dictatorial regime in Eritrea. But what Saleh wishes is if he or any group he support is not par of Eritrean government then the NWNP must go on.

    The wish to be part of the government of Eritrea or a holistic government of Eritrea couldn’t be achieved by sitting and criticizing the eri-gov or different oppositions. It needs a practical activities the way the oppositions and positions do. Watch and learn from Ethiopia. Pensiveness is not the answer Eritrea is waiting for.

    • Amanuel Hidrat

      Selam Mitiku,

      Can you also ask why OPDO and ANDM as to why they are not transformed? At rate, “Fronts” and “movements” can be “party” without transforming their names. They can only transform their political programs. Just to remind you in case you miss it.

      • Abi

        Selam Ato Amanuel
        I don’t expect you to understand the sequence of events unfolding before your eyes. You pretend to be blind. It is the reformations of opdo and andm that brought the current situation. Only TPLF remained the same .
        ” Who ate my cheese ?”* asked a rat.
        * I suggest you read this book

        • Amanuel Hidrat

          Selam Abi,
          Can you read his comment again? Get back to me after reading his comment and my reply to him. Then you will understand your comment is out of context.

          • Mitiku Melesse

            ሰላም አማኑኤል
            You replied to the wrong comment and confused Abi. Coming to your question againg then i explained very well for you if you read the correct comment again. Before you change the subject try to answer the questions left for Tigrians historical relation. The issue is not about how tplf created the corrupt OPDO after disarming and outlawing OLF. We needed more explanation what happened recently like 20-30 years ago. Why did eplf helped tplf to disarm OLF? EPLF were in Ethiopia at least upto 1993.

  • Saleh Johar

    Hi Paulos and all,
    The flags in Gira Fiori triggered apprehension and spread serious disappointment among peace loving, free Eritreans. The on-your-face disrespect is sickening. The PFDJ purposely sprays salty water on the unattended ignored wounds. Sadly, those who should know better are so callous they chose to erase their memories and switch off their conscience ignoring the risk they are ushering to the region. They are blindly leading the people into yet another era of unwanted calamities. God, how I despise the cheer leaders!

    • Blink

      Dear SG
      I am one of the peace loving Eritreans and I know Keren as well as the horrific killings by Ethiopian soldiers as well as the arrest and killings by PFDJ but why would a peace loving Eritrean be disappointed by looking at a half baked peace window running through the GIRA FIYORI ? Why would he or she ( peace loving) be not be happy? If PFDJ manages to make peace with Ethiopian government even for the sake of its benefit, it still is good news than forcing young Eritreans to stand still at the front endlessly. What is that you find it not acceptable?

      The opposition has a chance of 18 years dancing with weyane and what did the peace loving Eritreans say ? I agree you and many good Eritreans are not in the negotiations and you will not be able until PFDJ is out but why would you not even give a positive attitude? My way or the highway is not going to work on your favor but let’s give a positive look.

      • Mitiku Melesse

        Selam Blink
        እኔ ከሞትኩ ሰርዶ አይብቀል ነው ነገሩ…
        Only opposing is not a criteria for a positive change. There are many personal interest to be consider among many of us. Some goes as far as wishing to be a president.

      • Saleh Johar


        Only someone who has power over you can tell you “My way or the highway is not going to work on your favor but let’s give a positive look.” You can go whichever way. But remember you cannot be bellicose and peaceful at the same time, and I despise that. As for your endless feud with others, be it weyane or god knows who, don’t expect people to follow the whims of the PFDJ–meaning, follow it to the battlefield and its opposite. Now go to the highway or the mountain trail–it is your choice and remember oters have a choice. But I despise the bellicosity disguised as a peace move.

  • Casey Jon

    Kebesa are pompous arrogant fools who suffer from delusions of grandeur.Just like the Showa Amhara.Weyane Tigray kem Goma atenfisatikum.Now you wanna be coddled since you are professing to be liberated from your ignorance and we should be grateful because you believe we are “equal” funny . We are the descendants of the true Agazians, Hatsey Yohannes and Ras Alula. You are Askari maggots . The lowlanders are not like you though.The only Africans who are nostalgic of their slavery under colonists is you. No wonder you are dying to reach mama Italian. Badness is ours . Dank all belongs to the Afar and the lowlanders will rule you

  • Hope

    He(T Kifle) also said:
    ” No need to deal with a Collapsing Nation and Regime; and an Identity-less people”!

  • Fanti Ghana

    Hello face it,
    If you can elaborate a little I can always try to raise the quality a little higher.
    Thank you.