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 he’d said the most hilarious…

Peripheral

  There was once a time when people fell in love because they thought they were good judges of character. A man would catch a fleeting glance of woman’s lustrous hair and her shiny red lips across a room and be convinced that she was beautiful and she would make a good wife because somehow…

Second Draft Woman: A blog entry

I always ask people about feminism and what they think it means. Some of the answers I’ve gotten sound like this. “Feminism is an idea that empowers women.” “Feminism means that a woman can do whatever she wants because men do whatever they want.” “Feminism is an idea men created so they can get laid.”…

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 wine and go to town…

Suicide, Finding Meaning, and Being Unapologetically Alive

My friends and I came across an article the other day that said some girl committed suicide “13 reasons why” style. Forgive my insensitivity but I’ll admit I even did a little bit of my I-told-you-so dance as I recounted how some of them were refusing to see how that movie could give many with…

‹‹በተጣመመ መሃል ቀና ሁኖ መገኘት እንደው መጣመም ነው::››

ባላፈው እዚህ መቐለ ታክሲ መያዣ 20 የሚሆን ሠው የጫነ ታክሲ ‹‹ሁለት ሠው! ሁለት ሠው!›› እያለ ይጣራል፡፡ መሽቷል፤ ንፋሱ ለጉድ ነው፤ ሶስት ሰዐት ካለፈ ለ3 ብር መንገድ 5ብር ሊያስከፍለኝ ነው፡፡ ‹‹አሪድ ድሂ?›› አለኝ ረዳቱ፡፡ ‹‹አዎ›› ‹‹አብዚአ ሀፍተይ›› ትከሻዬን እንቅ አድርጎ ይዞ ወደ ታክሲው መራኝ፡፡ የልቀቀኝ ትግሉ እንዳለ ሆኖ አሁንም እንደያዘኝ ወደኃላ ዞሮ  ‹‹ሁለት ሠው! ሁለት ሠው!…

Bohemian Heart 

The other day, I dreamed of  a little cabin with mud and hardwood walls and old fashioned neon orange light bulbs hanging from the ceiling on thin, long wires. You smelled of pine and raindrops and you danced with me to the beat of our bare stepping feet, A charged tango We were comets with…

The Murky Fraud of An Education System We Cling To

It’s almost the end of another school year and our instructors are feeling ultimately more superior and entitled than ever. It’s been said by many that school makes us stupid. I don’t know if it actually makes us stupid but I do feel stupid sitting in class and not knowing what the hell the teacher…

Poetry

It’s not bad or good It’s real or fake Because there is no good or bad sadness There is only real or fake. Let’s take that ink to paper Who the hell cares if it rhymes? But listen, You stop being the person who enjoys parties Or anything much You’ll be paying attention Or thinking…

It’s Not Writers’ Block, There’s Just Nothing to Say. 

Two seconds after launching a formal blog is a terrible time to catch writer’s block. When I was doing my previous blog, my mind was conditioned to see everything as a potential story and I was constantly writing but then I had to deal with something so I stopped and I broke it. Something you’ll…