I must look like the Statue of Liberty. Except my plaque says “if you see me at airport check-in, bring me your grandmother and also your young cousin and I will babysit them to their final destination”. I don’t know what it is about my face or my outfit or the torch I don’t carry … More Make Like a Statue
I remember the first time I ever saw a white person. That’s not counting the ones I saw on television and in the movies. They were about as real as all the other color persons I saw on screen. No, a real live white person, in the flesh. The memory, being a very early one, … More About Face
Whoever said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach clearly wasn’t thinking about accessing my little ticker. Long after my past fellas themselves exited the picture and my long-term memory, there always remains a special place in my stomach for one dish from our history of meals, one recipe that becomes a permanent … More Food for Heart
There’s something English can’t touch. Amharic. That is the conclusion we – some fellow speakers and I – recently came to over the course of numerous, sporadic conversations on the topic. We had these conversations in English, of course – with sprinklings of Amharic thrown in when the Other tongue just wouldn’t do – because … More Talk Amharic to Me
Second instalment of the sleep-destroying story series is now live.
I once heard someone say, “Cemeteries are the richest places on earth because most people take their great ideas to the grave.” It’s a bit of a forced analogy, to be sure, but it stuck with me. So much so that I tweeted it; now that’s saying something. Anyhoo, as I inch closer to my … More GRAND Schemes
I’ve popped mine with the Maple Tree Literary Supplement, where my short story The Twelfth Juror is now published in Issue # 18. The story was inspired as much by my immediate present of living near 361 University as by my distant past of working server jobs, my even more distant past of witnessing the 1991 government changeover in Ethiopia, and road trips … More Short Story Cherry
I might be the last member of the ETD to clue in on this (it wouldn’t be the first time of my being the last one to clue in on anything as a member of any grouping of people), but I just learned that I can get macchiatos…anywhere, even here, in Toronto! I had always associated … More Teeny Caffeine Surprise
Sew le sew, the longest-running drama series in the history of Ethiopian Television I’m told, is over. I’m sad but I’m also glad. It had pretty much taken over my life. In true soap opera style, a plot line that could be resolved in ten minutes stretches out over many episodes, conversations that could be … More bayte-what?
Picking up from where I left off at the end of After Addis 2, if the diaspora – either as a whole or just one keyboard-happy representative – were to talk back, it might come out something like this. I’m not saying that these things were said necessarily but that they might be said if necessary in certain … More After Addis 3
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