In a life lived “in-between”, what’s gained, what’s lost, and what’s discovered anew? Ethiopan-American and Ethiopian-Canadian hosts Serkalem and Rebka explore this question through conversations with immigrant Ethiopians and Eritreans from all walks of life. New episodes every month. (Or simechen!)
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 …
Habesha dudes usually open with: Don’t I know you? I said, “Have you met me?”
…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)
As I enjoy this period of contentment and insight, I cannot help but feel that the worst is yet to come.
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.
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 …