Author: zaratewolde
Half a job
“Half a job” was it?Over what? Half a job over honeyHalf a job over your buddyHalf a job over the warm starsHalf a job over glowey eyesHalf a job over dem damn palmtreesHalf a job over shiroHalf a job over fish and chipsHalf a job over footieHalf a job over frozen timeHalf a job over … Continue reading Half a job
Aubergine’s roar
That loud cry,scream for the inevitablethe justicethe plainstakingly obvioustoo blind, too numb to seeAwoken by that crythat roarthat aubergine First tree, lights and cosy socksgiddy with a smileto pay was to noticeAhhhhh finally!Brown, gooey aubergine with the sharpest smell that woke meThe equally brown purse, its first victimSecond? The all important yellow to payfrantically wiping … Continue reading Aubergine’s roar
6 weeks and beyond
Pre flight sleepoverHot choco, carrot cake and ጓል ዓንዳት Gual Andat’s Himbasha(Ma’akor of course)The wheels on the suitcases gleefully glid as they finally serve their purposeClothes upon clothessnickers upon snickersand not to forget that raggedy netselaMurmours of laughter, gossip and joy through the nightlasting to dawn’s road ahead Fast forward, Last morning – tea and … Continue reading 6 weeks and beyond
Être: Stars of Zen
The first ones were 10 of them10 starseach glowed and pressed firmly on the beige ceilingAt night in the pitched silence- bar the occasional motors- it glowedShined even[Whispers] ሓደ (hade), ክልተ (kelete), ሰለስተ (seleste), ኣርባዕተ (arbaete), ሓሙሽት (hamushte), ሽድሽተ (shudushte), ሸውዓተ (shewa’ate), ሸሞንተ (shemonte), ትሽዓተ (tishe’ate), ዓሰርተ (‘äserte) “Ewaayyy!” Taking a mini pause from her … Continue reading Être: Stars of Zen
Green fruity
Blurred memory Well, a memory of a memory, VHS cassette black box, flip over JVC enter play. Countless kids A 2nd and a 7th dresses, checked shirts and two kaba’s Three large cakes Guyla from the album of the decade you know it Laughter, joy and claps from the gleeful audience behind the scenes Ahh … Continue reading Green fruity
The Guy and his Avó
31°c degrees maybe 32°c Red slippers, a plastic bag, that rasta hat – to cover the pealing and those permanent smiles. Salvador, Bahia. Boa tarde Hours of walking, could have been the beach or the market. Consumed with pre-carnaval bliss, we ambled on. The once icy water from a forgotten street vendor near Boa Viagem … Continue reading The Guy and his Avó
“Hagaz’iey”: My sweet uncle Seltene
Why did she call you that? “Hagaz’iey” Your mother that is. Was it your help with errands at home? Perhaps your courage and compassion was just what she needed as she mourned the loss of her infant daughter – your baby sis. Her “hagaz’iey” just the shoulder she needed Her rock. “Hagaz’iey” Maybe it was … Continue reading “Hagaz’iey”: My sweet uncle Seltene
The Hesas’lede’s Burden
“Hesas’lede” is a term referred to the youngest child in an Eritrean home. The most adored, often spoilt, independent and arguably the sharpest, quickly learning from their older siblings. Meticulously absorbing their surroundings, they might be the first to greet guests and assist them without a second thought. Some hesas’lede were freer than their older siblings, … Continue reading The Hesas’lede’s Burden
(Still) Escaping Eritrea: PBS’ heart-wrenching reminder
PBS’ Escaping Eritrea documentary was just as horrifying as expected. The scarring footage of over-packed prisoners trapped, all squeaked into a small, intoxicating space. As they lay down to sleep, one can be unsure if these men are still with us, let alone the mental strains they sleep with. When were these images captured? 1500s … Continue reading (Still) Escaping Eritrea: PBS’ heart-wrenching reminder
Bleu de lune: Indeed
Last month Zoufris Maracas’ much awaited Bleu de lune album was released. Five years after the phenomenal Chienne de vie, they returned with an album just as exciting and humorous as the last. It’s the kind of album that encourages day-dreaming, laugh outbursts, zone out moments and goes through all your stages: from fuck-the-system … Continue reading Bleu de lune: Indeed
