I have a Story to Tell

My generation is often criticized by anyone who can type, wield a pen, talk……. and a friend of mine wrote something I found very amusing one time where she said that if war broke out while our generation oversaw this country, perhaps we’d go to war with our selfie sticks. My last Facebook post was…

You Know Nothin’

This afternoon I finished reading one of the most confusing pieces of writings I have ever come across, Alex Abraham’s book Zubeyda. The other day, I was reading it at this place and I guess I was making a lot of funny faces unintentionally while reading and scoffing that the kids sitting beside me asked…

A Dry One For You

My last blog post got so much kindness to a point where I was pretty sure my stat counter was broken. Honestly I am glad for everything everyone said but I am pretty sure most will not come back for seconds. It was a one time thing though it did overwhelm me for a minute…

Being a Black Woman is Power. 

Mekelle can be quite the dull place if you don’t have class. There isn’t much to do and it’s especially insanely boring if the only people you hang out with are boys with the attention span of goldfish. (I love you guys but honestly. Goldfish.) You must be creative with how you want to spend…

About my Hair 

One time my cousin said to me, “My God Qal you are so fucking white.” There’s a beautiful irony here. She lives in Sweden and she’s so light skinned she could very easily pass off as white. I live in Ethiopia and I am dark skinned although my face color alternates between the colors of…

This is messed up. Read at your own risk.

The way grief is portrayed is my least favorite tradition out here. It’s highly likely that we will feel loss at a painful level when we lose someone close to us. What bothers me is that we have to convince everyone around us that we are sad. I think the Habesha tradition confuses grief with…

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The theme of her young adult life consisted of gun fire, bomb shelters and screams of pain and anger. She never knew of a time when the sun shone bright and yellow and people visited each other for the holidays. She couldn’t remember a time when they had full bellies and restful minds. War did…

About Happiness

I really should be studying but I need this out of the way. It’s been knocking around in my head a lot. It needs to get out peacefully or it’s going to breakout.  Lately my weeks have been themed. One week it was poetry, another week was feminism and then reaction engineering then Neil Hilborn…

About Arranged Marriage

The majority of the writing work is thinking. During my days whether I’m eating, reading, running from balloons, sitting in class or sleeping, I’m mostly thinking about writing. And rest assured if I’m talking to you, I’ve probably at least thought about writing about you.  Eyuel is sitting right in front of me right now…

The Third Part about mattering is here! And then some…

(It came during training for work.)  *note that Yirga’s words are in italics An angle called Yirga descended upon Mekelle University, Arid Campus last night and he gave me ideas about my questions about mattering and then some. “There are three relationships that are the bases to become a better person,” he said. “One is…

Nail

By Qal Fessehaye They called him Hammer. He was an artist of a murderer. After suffocating his victims until dead, he made a point of hammering a large nail into their throats. Then he left them in places where they would sit like they were enjoying a cup of coffee or looking far off into…

Tomato

by Qal Fessehaye Ruth has always had a rather disagreeable taste in things. She likes her earrings too large and her hair too short and her shoes too dirty and her books too old. Nobody ever understood the music she listens to or where she finds it. She keeps it a secret because her relationship…