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Tata Mandiba Mandela
if there is any political world figure I feel I need to pay tribute to, it is this man. A man who stands for peace! and what better time than his birth day when the world celebrates him – a world which he has recolored, recharged and graced.
“How blessed we have been. He has become the most admired statesman in the world, an icon of forgiveness and reconciliation, a moral colossus.” – Desmond Tutu
His many names:
Tata – This isiXhosa word means “father” and is a term of endearment that many South Africans use for Mr Mandela. Since he is a father figure to many, they call him Tata regardless of their own age.
Madiba – This is the name of the clan of which Mr Mandela is a member. This name is much more important than a surname as it refers to the ancestor from which a person is descended. Madiba was the name of a Thembu chief who ruled in the Transkei in the 18th century. It is considered very polite to use someone’s clan name.
Tribute to Mandiba, the man through his quotations:
~ I dream of an Africa which is in peace with itself.
~ Whatever the sentence Your Worship sees fit to impose upon me for the crime for which I have been convicted before this court may it rest assured that when my sentence has been completed, I will still be moved as men are always moved, by their conscience. I will still be moved by my dislike of the race discrimination against my people. When I come out from serving my sentence, I will take up again, as best I can, the struggle for the removal of those injustices until they are finally abolished.
~ No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
~ True reconciliation does not consist in merely forgetting the past.
~ If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness.
~ Extremists on all sides thrive, fed by the blood lust of centuries gone by.
~ As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others… For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.
~ The curious beauty of African music is that it uplifts even as it tells a sad tale. You may be poor, you may have only a ramshackle house, you may have lost your job, but that song gives you hope. African music is often about the aspirations of the African people, and it can ignite the political resolve of those who might otherwise be indifferent to politics.
~ As I have said, the first thing is to be honest with yourself. You can never have an impact on society if you have not changed yourself… Great peacemakers are all people of integrity, of honesty, but humility.
~ I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
~ If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.
~ It always seems impossible until its done… There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.
~ There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
Hand-tied: pulse of the horn
* Another green drought in Ethiopia with 4.5mil people needing emergency aid + hunger due to food prices in the towns (I’ve heard of govn’t job holders eating Qolo and water)! + blackouts in the cities
* Scattered explosions in Addis Ababa * Djibouti and Eritrea about to start a war, Djibouti backed by France * Ethiopian soldiers burning towns and villages in the Somali region * Continued fighting in Somalia, Ethiopian soliders occupying the country
and the list goes on…
I feel completely hand-tied sometimes! Like that time there was this group activity thingie where everyone had their eyes blinded or hands tied to test drive a disability.
Sometimes I feel rage, this bubbling anger at the brutality people allow for their luxurious, ridiculous pleasures. I want to screammm, yell at them! Harass them into submission! Something!
Sometimes the corners of my eyes sparkle with unshed tears, my heart so freaking heavy and jaws clenched that it hurts below my ears… some other time I just can’t help it and I chuckle at the heartbreaking predictability and absurdness of the events in the horn!
The horn of Africa is in flames (ha!…who knew keratin could be so flammable? hu?!) the Horn is an incomprehensible, unfathomable mess beyond all limits I knew! It is such a mess it makes me mad sitting and contemplating it,, chatting along with others about ‘ohhh this freaking government!!’ or some other forsaken issue we try to solve…!
So then I decide I won’t talk. I will act instead.
After all, I’d rather pick something and do something about it than yap about it all day, dammit!
I realize even the tiny darn bit would help! The horn is desperate!… so why not get my azz up and take action…? I do! I get up. Then I get so burnt, discouraged, disillusioned. It irks me to make a generalization that the ethiopian diaspora community is more about having a grand old fiesta than any other past-time (where drought relief efforts happen, of course!)… ahem… so I won’t make such a generalization!
…phshhh oh enough already with these abstractions here’s the brutal truth:
It is so easy to turn one’s back, get swept away by the tandem of life’s events in the US, minutes ticking away…despite how disheartening that is; it is very easy to fluff our pillows with nonchalance and complacency in the Godforsaken first world!
…then I can’t help thinking… Really, Is a life within the horn of Africa worth least in this world, today? There really is not much of an opt-out as minutes tick away …
non-nonchalance:conundrum shift
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And then there are incredible stories that knock u right out of your daily conundrum!
Have you ever heard the bizzaro idea about creativity being the most potent weapon individuals have against war?? I thought it was a bit too ‘happily ridiculous’ at first…until closer consideration… Ever heard people say “necessity is the mother of innovation.”? Well, Wednesday’s news made me say: “hell ya!”
The quirky reflection that came to my mind reading the news goes…
“”It is in creativity, in the fashioning of self and world, that people find their most potent weapon against war.”
…1st, let me meander to a tiny bit of intro….I first stumbled upon this bizarre concept in Carolyn Nordstrom’s “A different kind of war story” on her experience in the devastating 16-year-long civil war of Mozambique. As an anthropologist, she reflects on the messy nitty-gritties of war, civil society intricacies and the trajectories of individual lives…yadi yada…
nyways, she says “……ultimately, war victims have taught me, violence is about the destruction of culture and identity in a bid to control/crush political will.” She saw human condition at its ‘lowest’, when people were helpless, vicious, greedy, desperate and deeply disturbed. According to her “It is often in what we relegate to the margins of life process and theory [violence and the unspeakable] that speaks most fundamentally about core aspects of human existence.”
i think it’s real; in times of war people have very few choices. when they are caught in the most devastating corner of all, they either create ways to survive, maintain their humanities and fight back…or get sucked in to becoming helpless puppets which push the gears of a viscous ‘war industry’.
According to the book, some resistance tools toward survival & peace include communities, creative expression and non-violence…
Here’s the true story that hit the headlines. I’m applauding these brave souls who stepped up for the community, regardless of the side they are on! in breaking rules to find solutions, they were indeed innovating a path away from the mainstream…
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“Ethiopian troops in Somalia’s capital, Mogadishu, have distributed food aid bought with their own salaries. About 400 bags of sorghum were handed out to about 500 people in southern Baynile district. An Ethiopian soldier said his colleagues had organised the collection to help their neighbours in need.
Ethiopian troops, who support Somalia’s interim government, are not popular and the food was accepted with surprise, the BBC’s Mohamed Moalimuu reports. The UN says more than a third of all Somalis rely on outside assistance and the urban poor are finding it difficult to get enough to eat.
p.s. how does it freakin make sense not to have the word ‘chalance’ when there is ‘nonchalance’!?
immigrant stories: theirs*ours
him: do u ever ask yourself why you do it [blog]?
me: yes
him: do you find answers for that question?
me: yes
him: so what are they?
me: i tell myself i write cos i want to share my thoughts about ethiopia’s conflicted identity
i want to put things in writing cos that is valuable to me…i want to provoke thought
him: why restrict urself to one country?
me: no reason. except i’m dealing with it, personally
him: our story is everybody’s story.and their story is our story.
me: true, maybe you can write an article about that, I would love to post it!
him: lol….what i’m trying to say is that. the ethiopia thing should not be your focus, but rather your lens. to the whole world. you can post this conversation if you want
me: the thing is, i don’t believe i’ve reached my level of awareness about other countries’ issues in the personal way i know about ethiopia.
him: i can understand that. as long as ur open to it i think you’ll be fine
me: hmm…actually. i was being ambitious…
wanted to do a comparative thingie about yugoslavia’s states, the orthodox churches*
– and the connection with ethiopia and the orthodox church i.e. nationalism
him: that is an excellent idea. it would have worked beautifully. i have two friends i went to school with and they were best buddies. one of them serbian the other one bosnian
me: wow. that’s crazy
him: and u know their story….so similar to ours. one summer… it was a serbian and a bosnian, a greek and a turk…living together
me: hehehe. roommates?
him: ya, friends, roommates…brothers
me: that’s intense. what was their experience?
him: middle class kids. still best friends. so u see where i am coming from?
my mother and father are from the north. both near the eritrean border
and i was born in addis ababa. i spoke tigrigna first, then amarigna, when i was 4. then english eventually
i was an immigrants son, first genenration….like most of us addisabans, from all over ethiopia
me:
now that i think of it…so was i!
him: yup. immigrants are a window into history
me:ohhh actually…i had a draft for a blog post: “we are all immigrants”
him: lol…yes we are
me:inspired by lemn sissay’s quote: “The Vikings were immigrants too – we are all immigrants.”
him:hmm…thats very true
*countries with “national” orthodox churches rely on church ideology for a common bond across the nation. amongst individuals, across ethnic groups. many ethnic conflicts involve countries with orthodox chruches. its like a conspiracy theory, i’in’ it?
We are all dealing with the identity issue, the ethnic conflict within ourselves, our families and neighbours – can we take a few minutes and listen to the experiences of others with an openness to feel their walk? …find a common ground that feels smooth for both of us? after all, they really are just like us: “immigrants!”…unless…
grey & worn ethiopian tales
i did not know u could do me like this!!!
how dare u let my dreamlands…my neverlands disappear? how could you let reality bite me from behind without warning?…i thought u had my back?! what have you been doing all this time?

yes you! you, who is supposed to keep weaving fairy tales, myths and stories about a country inclusive of diverse people! yes! you! who is supposed to draw, paint and sing, tell history and folktales…You are supposed to create the imaginary community in which; a lady home-maker who lives near Lake HayQ and I, an Ethiopian in the US share a bond? i don’t need to know her name!! I just need her to hear the same stories, to believe in the same country where her family, traditions and way of life are included!! beqa, that’s it…that is all I ask and what do you do? other than stubbornly clinging to old and grey fairy tales, proudly sticking to your righteousness & not pausing to listen? u tell me!
when i think ‘ethiopia’, instant images flash before me: agerlibs, injera, bandira, ethiopian orthodox church, warriors (tewordros, menilik etc…), gonder and axum…not other images…
my granma/ayate used to tell me tales about my patriotic great-grandpap. ‘He was a great warrior who died fighting against the somalis!’ she said. Truth be told, my granma’s heart was soft for the Somalis, she understood it was a matter of fighting for pride and such was life…She had grown old, with them as her neighbors and friends, after all. And yet, as our storyteller, passing on the family history she tells the story of patriotism, of glory and country -Ethiopia.
I remember history class when I used to learn about the beauty of a glorious land I happen to luckily be from!
i remember teacher talking about great civilizations that competed with those of the greeks and romans, he talked of the king of “ethiopia”, Ezana conquering yemen and sudan… Then came the defiant Zagwe and…the history of biblical ethiopia: solomonic dynasty. And then Adwa and victory! All these fairy tales propped my young patriotism, hugged my self-esteem and handed me validation for living in the country now ranking 7th poorest out of 170, with the 16th largest population. This same country, my country was/is glorious and victorious?…My, life was actually splendid! I felt proud!
And then…the uncomfortable grey areas of history swept their way into my conscious. Making me say ‘Why did I ask questions?’. It is possible that…”ethiopia” is an ambiguous name that Ezana plagiarized from meroe to puff up his grandeur, the word originating in the greek term for the burnt faces of subsaharan Africans. it is possible that the solomonic dynasty is based on a legend later written as the Kebre Nigist during the 14th century (story of Queen Sheba, Menilik I). It is possible that the civilizations, languages and glories of this flimsy “ethiopia” happened through regional collaborations; naturally! Technological & cultural contributions of the others planted the pillars: sudanese, kenyans, somalis, egyptian, yemeni…everyone within and beyond the area, with and without names….! it is very possible that zagwe and solomonic dynasities were very localized in the north. And anyhow, the construction that is “ethiopia” may very well be very recent…and a simple, creative solution for a state looking to legitimaize becoming a nation. It is very possible that while the Italians were kicked out the first time round; 5 years of occupation may question the “never colonized” myth about Ethiopia. Talk to an Italian!
It is most definite the histories of this state came about through the blood and sweat of those other than the valorized, victorious “warriors”. It is definite that some were exploited, enslaved and even forgotten!!! The cunning forgetfulness of historic fairy tales, discarding failures and injustices laid a foundation for a national vanity which worked for cohesion in the past. Should we continue to discard the past, or acknowedge and hold it as we sprint forward?
Now, I choke when I read accounts of history because: “History is written by the victors”. I know this too well when most history books, written by the colonizer/westerner talk of African solutions to daily challenges as savage, barbaric and primitive. I feel it when it’s apparent that colonialism sculpted Africa into a quintessential poster child for “feel-good” anti-poverty projects; our hands extended for aid.

so…it is… OUR fault for being negligent and stubborn about OUR fairy tales. We need to mind the gap! There’s a real need for re-invented folktales and fairy tales…Changing times call for new solutions. We need an Upgrade!







