By awarding records in the interest of profit, Guinness treats talent and people as indispensable commodities. They’ve sacrificed their history of spotlighting the incredible and inspiration and have diluted it with corporate values and the capitalistic obsession for money. A sad truth in a changing world where nothing is sacred.
At the top of the 20m routes were the remnants of the group’s bolts, obliterated into a flat strips of metal pegged to the rock. Each one reminded me of the penny smashing machine, and I half hoped to find shapes of Ethiopia’s national monuments etched into the steel. Most likely the children of the village smashed the anchors with rocks. Owning a piece of metal in a landscape so overwhelmed with rock was seductive to a mischievous ten year old. Some hangers were completely missing, others intact hidden from the children’s view.
From her conception to birth, 9 months in 9 paragraphs tells the emotional story of our international pregnancy that spans three countries, a wedding, moving house to West Africa and a dog who pissed on the sofa before anybody knew about the pregnancy.
What happens when a town becomes a city? And the local garbage heap sustains an array of people and animals? The answer lies in Dessie’s Waste Management solutions.
Tameru Zegeye, the Ethiopian Miracle, tells in his own words the challenges of being born disabled in rural Ethiopia and the struggle to triumph.
I stepped through puddles of blood and gastric juices. Hundreds of bulls and heifers dotted the landscape. The sap of life leaked from their orifices and some still twitched with hopelessness. I watched these humans wrestle a heifer to the ground, battling with her until achieving total submission.
The main road was alive with farmers and horse carts. He saw mosques and churches facing each other from opposite sides of the road. And when the bus passed through a village, the radio crackled for an instant and the voice of a great Ethiopian singer crooned with recklessness. He wondered if he would ever find his way back home.
When a certain faith manages to strip its believers of their last grain of compassion, it strips them of their spirituality as well.
-Wafa Sultan, Syrian psychiatrist
The Koraro towers rise and fall like pistons of a car engine and pose like a lineup of disfigured criminals. It’s hot, we see few climbable cracks, a series of bolts aiding halfway up the middle tower and He-Man chooses a chimney on the east face of the largest tower. Nobody knows where the chimney will lead, but a deep layer of bird shit tells us that if you are squeezed out of a vulture’s ass, you will probably hit the ground.
Until now, only the monks and priests knew the secrets of the Adwa Mountains, now it’s up to the climbers to keep the secrets safe.
Zumra Nuru realized the disproportion of duties between his mother and father when he was four years old. A visionary, he often asked his parents why when his father’s work finished, his mother continued to work? Were they not a family?
Why everyone is talking about the Utopian Ethiopian community Awra Amba? Here their leader gives an honest interview about gender equality, organized religion and dogs.
Three eclectic personalities are intertwined in this tale of a very unlikely Tuesday afternoon in Ethiopia. If you have lived in Addis Ababa, stories like this probably come as no surprise.
“Our cultures are very different. The Europeans always want to see the action when they come to Christmas. And yet thousands of pilgrims who have walked hundreds of kilometers through the mountains just want to be here. They just want to be in Lalibela, they don’t want to see the priests, many don’t feel like they could obtain such a luxury.”
Have you ever wondered what a dog is thinking? Mino gives his fans some canine wisdom about running the Great Ethiopian Run 10K in Addis Ababa.
After another 8 feet, I reached the next chamber where Samy was wedged between the walls, smiling. I could no longer see the entrance to the cave and looking above resembled a narrow mouth of crooked teeth leading to an ever tighter esophagus, suffocating and desperate. I put my head into high gear, arm wrestling thoughts of claustrophobia. Thoughts are the catalyst for disasters in these types of situations, and steady breathing and silence are like medicine.
What are all the Ethiopian kids screaming about on August 13th? Singing, burning small fires, beating the ground with sticks and asking for money? Buhe!
Once upon a time in the city of Harar, a goat gave birth to a man. The news of the half-goat-half-man traveled quickly through the tangled alleys of the old city center, the Jugal. These walls were erected by a Harari sultan to protect the city from invaders, and now the news of the birth of this crossbred wonder was trapped inside, like a ball in a pinball machine.
Saturday afternoons present a perfect opportunity to chew chat. And when the World Cup is beamed to every television in Africa, many East Africans see few options outweighing a good chat session and fútbol.