I take out the key copy for that house and throw it at him. Just then MTG float in like she do. Oh Creator, today is the day for flying things and people being hit, I think. But too bad, the key miss her eye. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Ten
You will think, most people will not want to have stranger coming into their home before sunrise and bumping around in their kitchen to set up buna. But somehow the word get around, and like fancy buna machine they program us to come in and start the buna while they upstairs are getting ready for their day. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Nine
My mother raised us on cow’s milk, ok? So I don’t even like coffee, ok? But liking coffee is not job requirement for becoming Tariku’s wife? I know what that Hiwot calls me. You think I don’t know? You think I am the only one in all Ethiopia that is called like that? They call … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Eight
When I picked up the phone that day and called the taxi company dispatch to ask for the driver of taxi # 1569, the last thing I expected was that fourteen years later I would be sitting in the witness box in a courtroom, looking at two people who used to be so in love … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Seven
Chapter Six This courtroom. Why everything has to be made from wood I don’t know. Like inside a coffin box it feels. Only carpet is some ugly green color, like Miss To Go eye-shadow. MTG and Tariku are at their table, putting their heads with their lawyer like children whispering evil plan. But nothing will … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Six
Chapter Five In April, for the celebration of last Easter, that was when Hiwot brings out all these buna things for use. The dust on them is many months old now. As Hiwot asked me on the phone, I take all them out and put them on the dining table so she can clean … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Five
Chapter Four As the sun is coming out and my work shift is ending, when it is the end of James and Tariku returns to life, first thing I do when my car I turn in the direction of home is to throw away the Venti Starbucks cup. That cup which for my whole night … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Four
Chapter Three At my table on my side of the courtroom, I am standing next to my lawyer. On the other side of the room, standing next to his lawyer, there is Tariku. We all stand facing the judge up on his big stage. To see Tariku’s big rich man belly, that sticks out like … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Three
Chapter Two Ay dear Hiwot. Sometimes I think she is trying to make me lose my hiwot. How, I ask you, can one grown tall strong man of many responsibilities, like me, stay alive the whole night with just this one little sini that holds two mouthfuls of buna? And today, that woman, she tells … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Two
Just for fun, silliness and entertainment, in response to Binyavanga Wainaina’s Provocation, I’ve started what I hope will be a serial, spontaneous story… … More 1-800-Abol: Intro & Chapter One
Rebecca Fisseha, Writer. 