I have never been able to replicate the feeling. I have never been able to sleep that way. No 200 dollar down comforter could ever replace the comfort ye’Emiyes Gabi gave me. Oh and the Tara, woy Taraw. The old brown Tara, that was the key.
Yes, the key to the sound; the sound you hear when it’s raining; when it’s raining on the old brown leaky Tara!
If only I could replicate that sound, then maybe I could get some sleep.
Published by October 26th, 2006 in Childhood.Send this post to a friend
The funny part is that, it is now 2006… and there is one satelite dish…
oh dish enesu alachew
Mitmita,
Nice one!the sound of the rain on the Tara is indeed one of a kind! Y’know the recorded sound of the waves on the ocean that is in market, I say we make one of the Rain on the Tara and call it Raintara (or RainTaara..to conserve the correct pronounciation)
just an idea!
lol
lol temelkach…
Mitmita, Oh so cozy and really nice just in time for fall, nice photo too.
Nolawi, Correction Mr it’s 1999, man keman yensale. I was like dish? What is he talking about and there it was.
Celebrate…always putting things in perspective… indeed it’s 1999…love it! Speaking of…does anyone know what’s going down in Addis for the 2000 New Year?
I’ll be going for the millenia.. for the first time in 16 yrs… daym..
Here’s the Poem I wrote from the memory of Taraw, when I take shulter from the rain in the Mad-Baite with the Serategna!
Fire and Rain
Rain falls
a steady percussion
of hollow drops
on the metal roof
invoking a dreamy feeling
firelight dances with shadows
upon the Mad-Baite walls
in an intimate display
pitch crackles as the fire burns hotter
my hand on my Serategna hands
as she pull me to hers
to the sheepskin rug by the fire
Her clear brown eyes gaze into mine
lips hovering just a whisper away
electricity flows between us
almost visible
in it’s intensity
I sip the hot tea she poured
feeling a heady rush
sweet and warm
our bodies so heated
from the fires that rage
inside and out
Her fingers curl around mine
taking the tea glass
as she lean close
settling her lips gently on mine
hands tangling in my hair
kiss deepening
as the rain and fire
sing a lulling duet
nothing else matters
just this moment
just this kiss
just my Seratgna and I
Marena Wotete
ha ha hahah ah ahha hah… besak motkugn… So marena you slept with your serategna…
Nolawi; LOL YES!!! Didn’t you??? She took my verginity!! I think you should post to see who really can tell the best story! “Sleeping with your Serategna”
THEY SAY, Beyonce will be bouncing in Sheraton for the millelium.
1999 brought Ja Rule.. 2000 will be Beyonce….
Woe! to the future of Ethio… WOE!
Disclaimer: My Woe … I mean woe… not “Whoa!”
I meant virginity! LOL
It’s funny I took the same picture from my room in Sheraton.. I know it’s a shame, while some of us stayin a 5 star Hotels and viewing the poor run down villages…
Well, Life it’s not fair… I guess! LOL
Arada
daym one of the tara is using cherq
Damn, Marena-Wotete, that’s like the Harlequin novels I used to read in high school. Love reading your poems but ahhhh define serategna? I think you gave the title a whole new meaning. Let’s break it down, sera-tegna, what do you think? Except in your case it is serta-tegnach. What’s that all about, benefit’s package? Who’s the beneficiary? ha/ha. You done good! I hope you still keep in touch with her.
I heard there is nothing happening at The Sheraton. You know Beyonce is not going anywhere, her boody shaking behind will be somewhere in Houston. What they need to do is bring 50 cent and show Mr Ja how it’s done. I’d buy a ticket to that show.
Nolawi, after so long….enjoy it like you’ve never been there.
Arada, life is somewhat fair, the people in the run down villages don’t have to worry about a credit card bill, lol.
wow if that picture was taken from sheraton there is something ironically funny about it…
Ene emelew, ain’t no Amaregna Zefen in Sheraton for the New Year malet new?….call me cynical, but why go all the way to Addis to see the American entertainers when it’s right around the corner from the present residence?
I’ll bet the Ethiopian population will increase by a significant amount for a matter of 2-4 weeks in the month of September next year…
that riight temelcachua, i wont be going to sheraton for new years eve, i’m gonna be going to azmari bet…. and drink a good tej…
only fara people go addis and drink johnny black… what the point holmes
Q you guys, so really ain’t nothing going on in Addis except Sheraton Malet new? Nolawi, the azmari bit sounds interesting, I just might do that…I don’t wanna be part of the $1600 birr kumkena but what’s so great to get us to go now? Hulachehunem, ye’ Travel agency fee keflalew;)
Temelcach have you heard of Whatsupoch beAddis aba….?
Sheraton is ok, what’s not cool is spending all your time there. It’s great to mix it up with azmari betoch, piassa/bole cafes, bars, clubs and tej betoch to get the diverse sides of Addis. I once spent a night downing champagne in Sheraton (amongst grade A guregnoch), followed by a traumatic visit to an azmari bet where I was cussed incessantly, followed by a crawl through local bars until I passed out on areqe shots wearing my gabi in a small tej bet. A surreal experience that I find difficult to forget.
Temelkatch. Addis has a lot to offer. Once nyalasmoke submits part II of his Addis adventures that will give you further clues on what’s available. I always find the local theatre, cinema and stadium football matches very entertaining. The atmosphere is fantastic as the audience are fully immersed in the spectacle. You don’t have to be a football fan to enjoy the stadium, just the atmosphere of a big game and listening to the latest ‘n’ greatest tereba will have you laughing for days. Check out http://www.thisisaddis.com/ for what’s going in film, music, arts in Addis. It looks reasonably uptodate.
I have to say the best that Ethiopia has to offer is outside Addis. Get the Lonely Planet guide for Ethiopia and start exploring. The Northern historical route (Axum, Bahr Dar, Gondar, Lalibela) is awesome and serves as a nice easy introduction for discovering the real Ethiopia.
yonas, scrap the first paragraph.. you don’t need to cross oceans and do all that to hang with “grade A guragnoch“) …but i was following you - nodding heads minamin - until the screeching halt at
Why do most people first recommend North ET as “explorations outside Addis”? WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF ETHIOPIA???!!!???
Shalom, the Northern historical route is a good *introduction* to traveling outside Addis. It’s Ethiopia’s main tourist trail with relatively good transport links, decent hotels, and awesome sights. The ease and convenience is what really makes me recommend it (above other places in Ethiopia) as a good introduction. I think traveling that route will definitely inspire you to discover other parts of the country and will give you the experience to combat travel to other less-traveled (tougher) sites that are far more rewarding.
speaking of, i stumbled in to a site where white men from the west review cities to travel in…
ena one of the things they talked about was reviews of prostitution in different cities of ethiopia…
which cities are the best minamin… really sad
Daym homie that’s one ugly hood.Thank God pops was a smart business man.
LuV it,, Wi all proud of it,, Rite,,,
Wedi Bole.. what an ugly comment! not even 1% of the Ethiopian people are getting all the proper necessities of life….
THe thing about ethiopians is that we have a great sense of humor that lets us live a good life inspite of our misfortunes…
To me the hood is beatiful!
Wedi Bole, yalew alenge ayelem, maybe you don’t know amarenga, translation, you aint got shit! Your ancestor’s blood runs through that ‘hood’ so get over yourself. This is not the place to brag, about what you got, honey cause you have no idea who you’re up against.
Wedi Bole, First of all you name SUCKS! LOL It’s suppose to be the “Son of Bole”? Geggema! LOL
Looking down your own people and country is a disgrace to your self! Do you want to know why your father was smart business men, cause he was born and raised with smart people as my Grandfather… Your father had an Ethiopian parents, always aiming High for him but never forgotten where they come from!! I hope you can learn something to my grandfather courage when he was growing up! For your sake please read this…??
Ethiopia is very different place now, if that’s what you mean… Like when my Grandfather used to tell me “We came back from school, we didn’t come in and watch TV or play our music because we didn’t have it. Infact me and my friend Alemu used to skip down our road or play ball in the street. As for food,” he said waving a Banana under my nose, “We had none of this. We didn’t have penny sweets and candy or cigarettes… We had very little rations,” He added hastily seeing the disbelieving look on my face. “We had very little butter and meat and Milk was considered a luxury and a delicacy. I actually remember helping to catch wild Rabbit for food although it didn’t happen often. We didn’t books, Talking about school we used to learn to write Wooden plate and nothing else. I remember once getting the stick for writing straight up without a tilt in my lettering. Transport was very different in those days too, and as I was brought up in the country, I had to walk 4 miles through a cow field everyday to get to school. Then in the Rainy Season, I had to travel back from school in the evenings, it was dark, feeling my way to stop me bumping into a cow.”
M&N
You folks are really funny.What’s wrong with calling a spade a spade.I will say it again that is one ugly neighbourhood.Thank God i grew up in BOle.
I was not even trying to brag.Why all the nasty comments………
Whatever gave you the idea that i was looking down on “my people”
You bums got no class whatsoever.
It ain’t my fault my dad was not a lazy bum like yours.
Ethiopians should demand that Ethiopians will be performing for the millineum!!! Teddy Afro, Bisrat, Gigi…That would be a party!!!
Wedi Bole- first of all you got pissed off because they showed you were you grew up
Because I can tell from your name that your not even close to Bole. Oh may be there were some thugs across Bole-min that used to say…Gahsee le teras…please Gahsee le ketefo. Beside that, if you were one of the people who grew up around there you will be so sorry for the people. I am 101% sure you got too much complex. Hey! One more thing please be proud of who you are not with what your dad has or is! That’s is old dawg!. Unless your family business was chew or enchet mehsete. Sorry for talking about your family he might be a productive person for ET. But I feel sorry for what you said.
Peace,
Tata.
Wedi Bole, you should be extremely embaressed by your comment. Not because you didn’t grow up under-privillaged like most of Ethiopia, but because having grown up in Bole, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, you even don’t have the one characteristic Ethiopian behavior of modesty. This might come as a surprise to you but your having grown up in Bole should make you grateful than proud cos you had done NOTHING to deserve it and you got it because you happened to be the son of a hardworking opportune person. It takes opportunity with hardwork to make it and not everyone gets that opportunity but that in no way means they are lazy.
And for your information, I grew up in Bole too but it doesn’t mean shit! It’s your parents’ success story, not yours!
One more point, there are a lot of ppl who live in the Bole vicinity that are struggling to survive… in a way, it really is as real as the people who live on one meal a day in the US so Wedi Bole, Grow up!
One more thing, Wedi Bole, I find it very very sad that most kids that grow up in well-off families have a sheltered existence in Addis and relate to the poverty through their TV screens as though it has absolutely nothing to do with them. I am saying that cos I grew up like that myself. We can’t build a brighter future, if we can’t at least agree that we are part of the same nation and the eradication of poverty benefits us all. Walking around the cities clubs,paying 1600 insanities for parties in Sheraton and cities of ” Wuche Ager“ tellings sorries of successful parents. Don’t try to live through your parents success son and see a doctor for a humility pill.
stories= sorries
Okay, this can not be! This picture does not only look like the neighborhood I grew up in, but come to think of it….I think it is my neighborhood If there is anyone here in this blog who is from CherQos please holla. I remember the night I stole YeTeLa TaSa from YenDale Enat’S door step just down the street from our house. Ohhh, I regret that day. In my old neighborhood, everything used to be just $.50 cents…you can buy ShiRo lunch for 50 cents, three pieces of ChornaQE, 0.50 cents, if you’re old enough to get laid, you can get a decent prostitute for 50 cents… anything you can imagine, you used to get it for 50 cents… But the sound of rain on YeNaTiyE TaRA was priceless…
ha ha ahahha hahah this is so funny!
i dont think the pros wait till you are over eighteen to ### you… they will take care of anyone… be is a 14 yr old…
right
I am homesick! Living a life was in Addis. Making a living is in the US. I want ye’Emiyes Gabi too!