I collected the ‘used’ scraps in a Canadian honey jar. Make of that what you will. Continue reading
Habesha dudes usually open with: Don’t I know you? I said, “Have you met me?”
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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. Continue reading
One of the stranger questions I’ve been asked in my life, on either side of the Atlantic: “Do you have human hair?”
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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, … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
