Ethiopian coffee culture arrives in Toronto by way of the Rift Valley.
So how is this a metaphor for love? How the hell should I know?! Well I guess, in the sense that there’s no ‘road map’, no reliable rhythm or pattern, you have to land on it and just take it one step at a time with no expectation, no guarantee? It’s a test? A challenge? In many ways it’s about normal human interactions, which everyone has a good idea how to go about, but ‘scrambled’ by the addition of love?
Amharic is never fun, or if it is, it’s fun being had at my expense. (speaking as a semi-fluent, or non-fluent first generation or young immigrant), but in the land of the blind (in this case: the deaf), the one-eyed woman (the half-tongued, quarter-tongued, no-tongued woman) is queen!
a bird and a fish may fall in love but where will they live
I collected the ‘used’ scraps in a Canadian honey jar. Make of that what you will.
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 …
The first time you left me to spend the day alone at your place but withheld your key and I didn’t ask for one because we’ve learned…
Habesha dudes usually open with: Don’t I know you? I said, “Have you met me?”