Tizita Plays With Me: an Ode to My Birthland Ethiopia
Posted: 15 Feb 2021, 22:09
It’s the little things that I miss, the memories that visit me and coaxes tears from my eyes when I least expect it. I was but eight years old when I left Ethiopia; a forced exodus before I was old enough to understand the ways of the world. I lived an entire life in less than a decade only to live in sadness of the ways things used to be once I arrived in America. This is an ode to Ethiopia and the way things used to be before the woes of the world interjected and broke paradise. I reflect on these remembrances as I listen to a cover by Yohana Sahle as she sings “Tizita”, which means memories in Amharic.
In between guitar plucks and piercing falsettos, I hold back sobs as I am transported to a time before my innocence was lost. I remember it like it was yesterday only to forget it like it never happened at all; the happiness I felt as a child running around Bole and living freely without a worry in the world erased by decades of living a life of Sedet. I was the star of the household and I acted every bit of it; when adults came to my parent’s house, I held court like a king and would stand on the sofa and command the attention of everybody in the house...continued...
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In between guitar plucks and piercing falsettos, I hold back sobs as I am transported to a time before my innocence was lost. I remember it like it was yesterday only to forget it like it never happened at all; the happiness I felt as a child running around Bole and living freely without a worry in the world erased by decades of living a life of Sedet. I was the star of the household and I acted every bit of it; when adults came to my parent’s house, I held court like a king and would stand on the sofa and command the attention of everybody in the house...continued...
READ FULL ARTICLE AT: https://ghionjournal.com/tizita-ode-birthland-ethiopia/