Tariku's Droplets

Discussing *Chomsky He taught about the “Surface”- the mentor, And added that what appearance claims is less, Than its ‘deep’ structure; How perfect the teacher was in that, When I, for the deep search in life set-out, Through ages, dispositions, trials and feats, Reached this far to marvel the truth: When the "deep" lacks a language of its own, Out of conformity takes the "surface" for a crown. __________ (AAU -NCR) * Chomsky    is an American  linguist ,  philosopher ,   cognitive scientist ,  political critic , and  activist .    

Why? N o compliance Neither had nor was asked I For my very existence;             Nor for the suffering             I passed through the year gone by, Nor for the briefness of my blissful moments; Yet I feel like living knowing not why. In the realm of existence, Where life like lightening strikes Yet to pass by; And in the portrait of butter fly By the splendor of flowers guided to the ends Where end is not certain but sigh. In the search of eternity Buried in the quest of the soul is WHY? Why should I live? Why should I die? Why are these ends undetermined? When what counts in existence is I? Yet, before the answers came from where ever they could have, behold, Bearing sad faces veiled in eternal wits the world stood; Chanting all the farewells and dirges in the graveyard Where my body upon the laps of earth was ...

The Sick Country Syndrome: has pain got identity? (Tariku Abas Etenesh) ________________________________________ The bizarre news from recent months in Ethiopia—including the arrest of demonstrators for opposing a fascist Italian leader, Rodolfo Graziani; the eviction of Amhara people from the Benishangul region; the disenfranchisement of Gurage businesses; and the blocking of free press outlets—reminded me of a medical phenomenon called Sick Building Syndrome. Sick Building Syndrome (SBS) occurs when the occupants of a building experience acute health effects that seem to be linked to time spent in the building. Frequently, problems result when a building is maintained in a manner inconsistent with its original design or prescribed operating procedures, or when occupant activities create additional issues.* After reading this definition, I wondered: is there such a thing as Sick Country Syndrome (SCS)—a condition in which citizens feel ill about belonging to their country d...

Let the WAR FESTIVAL Begin!( Sadly....) (Tariku Abas-Etenesh) It seems that, rather than the actual realities on the ground, the sad sense of following the media's take of African History as the uncontested source is the rule of the day. The french came to Mali and the story of the conflict begins. Really? With the current UN resolution to send Peace keeping mission to Mali, am afraid a war Festival -the likes of which seen in Afghanistan- which has no end but distraction is looming in Northern Africa. I am a strong supporter of the ideals of UN, but let us  ask these simple questions: -Has Afghanistan got peace by the war interventions? -NO! -Has Libya got peace after NATO intervention ? -NO! -Has the Long time of UN peace keeping mission in the CONGO stopped the wars and suffering  in that country- NO! But we are still expected to believe that one more war or one more mission will get us neared to peace. It does not! The belief that War could solve the dange...

That “Someone” that “Something” that “Somewhere” (Tariku Abas Etenesh) How poetic or rather decadent could it sound to assume someone who, intentionally and with feel of no remorse had done you the worst of heinous wrongs in your life, to suddenly show up at your home; and do so with the expectation of graciousness from you for all the ills he has done you? What would you do? Well, let me tell you of such a real story that just happened this week.( January 2013)    That ‘someone’ knocked at the door; and it was opened by the owner. “What can I do for you, dear brother?” the owner asked. “Do you remember the ills I caused you some years ago and kept inflicting hence?” that ‘someone’ said with malicious grace.  “Yes” the owner said. “I am back with confidence to tell you, lest you forget, that I have no regret for what I have done to you, and I shall promise to keep throwing the ills at you.” “Sure you know the ills you caus...

My Heroes My path in this world has been blessed, By the sweet gestures of deserved 'stubbornness', That my heroes taught me out of kindness; When I met them-my heroes , The unborn day was rolling down to its close, Minutes chipping away by seconds, The sun blushing red on the horizon, Like a good bye – of a newly love stricken lad, Unable to depart the luring beautiful face of her beloved; I was yearning, With a childlike glee and stubborn simplicity, To stop the setting sun, To hold the light, To dip color from the twilight, And in seizing and releasing claim bliss of purpose; When I met them, That yearning of my heart- they empathized; With wisdom borrowed from eternity’s yard; They were sitting on the rugged face of the summit, Of a tall mountain of insight, Rooted on millennial young past, Their faces always filled with delight, And looked at me, like a seer would, And just smiled; Like souls who sto...

The Path‘upward’ and Him  W hen he fought his way up from low, He took all sorts of names: radical, rebel, Fighter for the people, to name a few; And in the desert, the wood and the mount, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  higher  -shall-break ;” And was followed, Millions did applaud. In  owe  to his words fervently wishing him - succeed . When he came up to the palace-where tyranny once been, And the day of reckoning finally dawned upon him, That D-day was in hand, tyranny gone, freedom-won; He felt mused by power and with a stammered stance, In meetings, campaigns and TV-window rants, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  lower  -shall-break.” And was followed, Millions did applaud, In  awe  to his vanity fervently wishing him –   succeeded .   ................... ...