Tariku's Droplets

ትላንት፡ ህዝቡ ለፋቨስቱ ግራዚኒ ሃውልት በሀገረ ጣልያን መሰራቱ ለገደላቸው ኢትዮጵያውንና ለሀገራችን ክብረነክ ነው አለ፡፡  ብሎም ሰልፍ ወጣ፡፡  ወጥቶም በሃገሩ ፖሊስ -በራሱ ዘ.ጎች- ተደበደ በ፡፡  መንግስትም አለ፡ መደብደባቸው ትክክል ነው፤፤የሰልፍ ፊቃድ የላቸውም፡፡   አሁን፡- ህዝቡ  በደቡብ አፍሪካ ከዛም በየመን  ከዛም  በሊቢያ ዚጎች ዘግናኝ ሞት መጋታቸው ለኢትዮጵያ ክብረነክ ለዚጎችምአንገብጋቢ ነው  አለ፡- ፡፡  ብሎም ሰልፍ ወጣ፡፡  ወጥቶም በሃገሩ ፖሊስ-በራሱ ዘ.ጎች- ተደበደበ፡ ፡ መንግስትም አለ፡ (የሰልፍ ፊቃድ የላቸውም አንዳይባል ራሱ መንግስት ነው ጠሪው!) -ሊላ ምክንያት- ፡ ሰልፈኞች መንግስትን -በራሱ ሰልፍ- ላይ ለምን ተቃወሙ!! ህዝቡም አለ ፡ በመብት-በዚግነት ክብር-በነጣነት-በሁለንተናዊ ልማት ጉዳይ የራሳችንን መንግስት ካልሞገትን ሲልም ካልተቃወምን ታድያ ማንን!  ነው ወይስ መንግስት የህዝብን ምሪት የመሰማቱንም ስራ ለቻይና ኮንትራት ሰጥቶታል!!!

So said Nightmare to Despair Despair met Nightmare; and was asked:  ‘why are you imitating me?’ And these words  Despair  had to spare: ‘I looked south; I was burned to death; I looked north; I was slaughtered to vile ends; I looked west; My image mirrored in kidnapped souls; I looked east; where home is, I was clubbed for mourning my own death;’ Then,  Nightmare said to despair, solemn ; You have a sad question to answer: ‘Where is home’? ………… (April 22, 2015) (To all souls brutalized at home and abroad.)

Ethiopia; don’t forget your Archives are Africa’s too! ---Tariku Abas- Etenesh---- When you hear some actions of some Ethiopian government agencies, you feel at a loss of context to conceptualize or understand them. Well let us try to understand one of such impossible-to-understand scenarios: Think of a scenario in an African country, deprived of its rights of access to archives by the former colonizer yet striving to secure access. A nation that realized such archives are not only instrumental in retelling the true cruel nature of the African colonial past but also for taking informed, legitimate steps towards correcting the wrongs of the past.   Think of a nation like Kenya, where 40,000 Kenyans sued Britain for the brutality they suffered in British colonial detention camps based on documents in colonial archives; a nation like Namibia suing Germany for Germany’s genocide on the Herero people Namibia based on document in archives. Kenya and Namibia ...

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...