Or a shawl. And definitely not a throw or a wrap. It’s just gabi. Gabby if you want to be fancy. The original organic wear before organic wear became fashionable. If you were born in Ethiopia, chances are it’s what you were caught in at birth. And depending on what it says in your last will and testament, it … Continue reading
It’s hard to look ahead and move at the same time. Continue reading
I’m happy to share my latest article for Selamta, the in-flight magazine of Ethiopian Airlines. This one I did remotely, but it definitely brought up memories of visiting a tannery just outside Ethiopia. Let’s just say it was a nose-opening experience; the smell of curing leather lingers in my nostrils still. Good thing it all miraculously … Continue reading
I walk on down a street I have never known. Continue reading
…because I want to look amazing when he next sees me (never mind he does not want me and when I am thinking clearly I don’t want him either) Continue reading
I resume journaling at the end of a relationship. Usually that’s when I realize all that was wrong with the relationship…I can’t help but think that this abandoning of journaling, as soon as I am coupled with a man, is a form of abandoning myself. Continue reading
To no one’s surprise, my ten-years-ago self continues to wallow in her post-breakup misery, in this latest instalment of my diary entries from back in the day. I’ve turned to religion, as you’ll see. Even made up my own little prayer. On the plus side, this entry contains an exquisite paragraph from one of my … Continue reading
