Bu’na: The Soul of Coffee
Ethiopian coffee culture arrives in Toronto by way of the Rift Valley. … More Bu’na: The Soul of Coffee
Ethiopian coffee culture arrives in Toronto by way of the Rift Valley. … More Bu’na: The Soul of Coffee
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. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Ten
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. … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Nine
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 … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Six
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 … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Five
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 … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Three
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… … More 1-800-Abol: Intro & Chapter One
Something about coffee. A must. A delicious authentic cupful while waiting for yet another takeoff, feeling especially exposed in the surplus personal space of a cabin now even emptier save for you, a devout African Muslim and one green-clad airline employee hitching a ride, triggers a wave of emotions. The rush of vitality such a … More Coffee Stopover