I like collecting information, though I’ve not done any serious polling of my usual victims since a couple of years ago. But those I communicate with frequently are never surprised to get questions on random of subjects from me. Of late, I have been asking ‘What is your least favorite single-word expression in Amharic?’ I forget what got me going …
I find it super neat when I request my name, or some version thereof, for my username when opening a new online account and get the message that the username is unavailable. No way! Waaay! Awesome. Now that’s belonging.
Growing up in Addis, in a long ago time when injera was still made at home, the best part of injera day was at the end.
The irony of this article (p.64-65), which I wrote for Selamta magazine, getting published in the middle of Abiy tsom season is not lost on me. Who said the Man Upstairs doesn’t have a sense of humour? I guess I’ll just consider it as something to hold me over until April 12. Having grown up with a steady …
I see the devil, and it wears cheese.
It is said that the job of bridesmaid came about in the Western tradition out of a need for people to act as a buffer between evil spirits or ill-wishers and the bride and groom. So, in honour of tradition, check your cynicism at the door and get your superhero-face on. Chiffon’s about to get real.
One of the stranger questions I’ve been asked in my life, on either side of the Atlantic: “Do you have human hair?”