No document could do his life justice. There is so much about Niels that I could never know or see, and now never will.
The story of the long, convoluted journey ending with the birth of our second daughter.
Instead of the basic ‘grocery’ measuring out droplets of local gin and Georgis beers, they now dub themselves ‘liquor bars’ or ‘sexy liquor bars’ and offer exotic mixed drinks like Mojitos, Sex on the Beech, and Ladis Kiler. The people who frequent Bole have a richer taste for the good life, and the good life is an intricate cocktail.
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.
I spent the better part of three years traveling around the country, roping up with phenomenal climbers and searching for the least visited mountain ranges and unclimbed towers. However, I didn’t realize that in my own backyard—right outside of the capital Addis Ababa—I would find and establish Ethiopia’s first complete sport climbing crag.
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.
Dogs sense change. I get anxious when I see the crate move from the hallway to the patio, back to the hallway and then to the living room. I have bouts of shaking when the humans start acting like a surprise party is being planned, but nobody is willing to talk about it. We sense […]
Tameru Zegeye, the Ethiopian Miracle, tells in his own words the challenges of being born disabled in rural Ethiopia and the struggle to triumph.
Do you know about development in Somaliland? These types of projects will surprise you and question how to push human progress in a country like Somaliland.
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.
“When you talk about gay rights in Africa, there’s nothing to say. There are none. We talk about the gay situation in Africa. and the situation is that we don’t feel very secure.”
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.
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.
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.