About Journaling

I was sitting at a café balcony doodling in a notebook the other day. This kid I know passing by sees me and comes over to say hello. He glimpses my notebook and says, “What are you doing out here? Writing in your diary?” Then he doubles over laughing like …

Twitter Vs Newspaper

I have many nostalgic memories with newspapers. When I was small, my mom would bring some home so I could read the children’s column. I still buy newspapers when I’m in Addis in the summer because there’s just something about them. They smell good too. I’d steal a glass of …

“You Are Beautiful,” He Lied

I thought trying to get inspired to write was going to be harder than this. Turns out all I had to do was start hanging out with people again. The annoying part with this blog has been promoting it, which feels somewhat like an act of massive ego and it …

I Can’t Bring Myself to Title This

Chauvinism is exaggerated nationalism. Every time a new Teddy Afro album drops, this feeling seems to fall like thick mist all over Addis Ababa. I first heard the new Teddy Afro album in Mekelle and it didn’t do anything for me. I think I even got a little angry at …