Tariku's Droplets

Summers  and winters Like a simmered down blast of cause, From that boundless space called ‘unknown’ and the ‘accepted’ ethos; Hurled into being : Like summers of quest and desires glowing red in the horizon, Like winters of reticence and fear coated yet brazen, Between adjustment and permanence, Searching the ‘why’ of ‘what’ of ‘here’ and ‘then’; We are summers and winters of existence’s sojourn. ።።።።።።።።።

You’re killed for your own Protection!!! Where bullets fly bold in a shy-fearful sky, And prisons crowd with voices who dared to ask ‘why?” And repression is a second nature for the declared democrat, Who in ‘labeling’ finds a ‘hot-served-meal ‘as a favorite; ‘Democratic Dictatorship’ is mystified in definition: Where the killer dictates the terms of your mourning with infantile jubilation:   That claims 'the killed are killed for their own protection’. Tariku Abas Etenesh (For all those who are killed in the hands of those who should have protected them.)

I just naively wondered  In Ethiopia:  Looking at how systemic violence is taking roots under the clouds of fear; looking at how the supposed protectors of the gate of justice rewrite their job description from gate keepers to keeping the mass at the gate; looking at how those employed and paid by the people, titled political leaders, financed by the tax from each citizens pocket to run development projects, turn themselves into demigods who shout  ‘development’ as a hostage takers demand; I just naively wondered: 'Could there have been any revelation  that I have missed which equates Construction Boom (should go) with Repression’s Doom?'

May be..they don’t hate you; they are Afraid -Tariku Abas Etenesh- What is veiled like hatred, Could have a story to tell, And before you claimed “I am hated” Please PAUSE And allow the dust of emotions settle;      When , in the land of ‘the free’, Integrity grins at your peril, And the laws trample your feet at will, When the media reports you ONLY as a brute, For all the pains you suffered for being decent; Remember, When the ‘hater’ stares with bloodshot eyes, Puffed with choreographed-wild-confidence, Surrounded by vexed tongues, Ululating derisive rhythm: Marshalling a prejudice to glorify a systemic shame, Pigeonholing your experience into a lazy definition, That derives your humanness out of the color of your skin, Or the language of your arbitrary kin, All the system did is –hide- its fears from your gaze; Remember When you look at the ‘hater’s eyes’ -look also through,  For it mirrors a f...

Walls and Falls It is now twenty five years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. Why do walls fall? Do they fall to free the imprisoned or to expand the prison? Physical walls could fall literally; the meaning we attach to their fall, however, might stand erected. As the world celebrates the fall of the Berlin wall, others are erected in speed of light; erecting walls of separation is too fast and easy than tearing them down. Ethiopia : As the world celebrates the fall of the Berlin wall, it is sad to see the wall of ethnic division among Ethiopians (more so among the Diaspora Ethiopians) being built and strengthened by the day; and the wall of authoritarianism being erected in the main land. Africa : As the world celebrates the fall of the Berlin wall, a wall of disinformation is being strengthened between Europeans and their Governments as to the true heinous nature of their governments’ roles in Libya, the DR Congo , and Mali, etc. Europe: As the world ...

Debating the Core ( P art one ) : Who should educate the future? Tariku Abas Etenesh Introduction Have you ever said or heard it claimed that the family is the core of the society? The core that presents the base for all that the individual has in turn to claim or contribute to the society? Such arguments of the role of family in the life of an individual are not more manifest in any field as in the world of education. The father of psycho analysis, Sigmund Fraud, has stated that in the life of the individual “ early foundations are critical” . Such an assertion is at least indication that the life experience that the child forms in his formative years on the planet is so important that it will be inseparably linked to his manifested wants and dislikes. It seems recognition to this fact that many educational theorists argue that any teaching and learning theory should recognize the place the role of the family in the child’s learning. Thus, in the rhetoric of teaching an...

The Story Makes the Man or … By Tariku Abas Etenesh We live not only by bread but by story too. What is created by man and in turn created man?  May you guess? Don’t you worry; I give you the answer. Well, not necessarily should you agree, though. I say it is story . Story is often created by man and in turn through time, emboldened and pronounced through misapprehension or comprehension induced repetitions and embellishments,  ultimately becomes the creator of man. This article intends to reflect on this reality citing some randomly selected stories. All that man owns and envisions has to be translated into a story of some sort before it actually becomes a dictate in life. The greater purpose for which man is put on this planet; it seems, to perpetuate streams of stories as if the universe is sequencing each head of humanity like the zeros and ones of computer codes or the genetic alphabets in the double helices.   As man is a story munchin...

Insolence and silence When the two marry, And into prominence they grow; Where politics impacts the scroll and dictionary, And systems are no-bold to rise out of self editing burrow;  My heart beats: it’s–time-to–worry: When the two marry, A soul - deafeningly insolent- leading the mass, Meeting its moment of illusion of importance; Like a muted iceberg of vile waiting for a shy sun rise to cares its face; And another soul meant to silence insolence yet helplessly bewildered, Meeting its moment of reflection of truth but remain hushed; Like a poet shying away from his golden words: Moaning in silence; When the two marry, The inherent deterrence, Muted by silence, becomes, The lubrication for the country’s engine; Of degenerative chagrin, Ululating for marriage of insolence and silence, Where Humanness ‘deservedly’ suits, For a lamb on the altar of collective sacrifice. (Tariku Abas Etenesh) July 18, 2014  ...