Ethiopian coffee culture arrives in Toronto by way of the Rift Valley. Continue reading
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1-800-Abol: Chapter Ten
I take out the key copy for that house and throw it at him. Just then MTG float in like she do. Oh Creator, today is the day for flying things and people being hit, I think. But too bad, the key miss her eye. Continue reading
1-800-Abol: Chapter Nine
You will think, most people will not want to have stranger coming into their home before sunrise and bumping around in their kitchen to set up buna. But somehow the word get around, and like fancy buna machine they program us to come in and start the buna while they upstairs are getting ready for their day. Continue reading
1-800-Abol: Chapter Six
Chapter Six This courtroom. Why everything has to be made from wood I don’t know. Like inside a coffin box it feels. Only carpet is some ugly green color, like Miss To Go eye-shadow. MTG and Tariku are at their table, putting their heads with their lawyer like children whispering evil plan. But nothing will … Continue reading
1-800-Abol: Chapter Five
Chapter Five In April, for the celebration of last Easter, that was when Hiwot brings out all these buna things for use. The dust on them is many months old now. As Hiwot asked me on the phone, I take all them out and put them on the dining table so she can clean … Continue reading
1-800-Abol: Chapter Three
Chapter Three At my table on my side of the courtroom, I am standing next to my lawyer. On the other side of the room, standing next to his lawyer, there is Tariku. We all stand facing the judge up on his big stage. To see Tariku’s big rich man belly, that sticks out like … Continue reading
1-800-Abol: Intro & Chapter One
Just for fun, silliness and entertainment, in response to Binyavanga Wainaina’s Provocation, I’ve started what I hope will be a serial, spontaneous story… Continue reading
