My Legacy and My Love: Lessons from Atse Tewodros and My Father Fikremariam Million
Posted: 07 Jul 2021, 21:00
Not too long ago, I read about Atse Tewodros’s kindness and how he always gave equally to his people instead of hoarding the riches for himself. I shed a tear for I started to understand the root of my own burdens; in a lot of ways it was my giving nature that led to my present circumstance in life. When he took the throne he changed his name to Atse (emperor) Tewodros II, attempting to fulfill a prophecy that foretold of a man named Tewodros who would restore the Ethiopian Empire to greatness and rule for 40 years.
Restore Ethiopia he did, from a splintered country he united the nation and replenished hope into a people who were being bludgeoned into hopelessness by the gentry who lorded over them. I admit my bias in advance since I was born with Ethiopia imbued in my heart, but there is in fact a restoration due to Ethiopia and her people who have been hurting for centuries. By the way, did you know that the continent we now call Africa was actually once called Ethiopia before Scipio Africanus committed a genocide against the continent. “Africa”, once called Ethiopia, was renamed to honor the deeds of the monster Scipio. This is what educators don’t teach you as they feed children and adults alike dogmas and historical lies.
I have in my life, even during my wildest days of debauchery and parties, always wanted to fight for the “little guy” and to be a revolutionary. But my vision of revolution was never one based on bullets because bullets do nothing but kill people—there is no healing that comes from gunshots. The revolution I always wanted was one of the heart and the mind and a revolution where love overcomes oppression. Before life cratered and swallowed me into a state of indigence, my concept of revolution and redemption was limited to Ethiopia and “African-Americans”. But after almost two years of seeing the broken masses who huddle in the shadows of poverty, homelessness, and poverty, I have shed the blinders of identity and instead join the struggle of universal justice...continued...
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Restore Ethiopia he did, from a splintered country he united the nation and replenished hope into a people who were being bludgeoned into hopelessness by the gentry who lorded over them. I admit my bias in advance since I was born with Ethiopia imbued in my heart, but there is in fact a restoration due to Ethiopia and her people who have been hurting for centuries. By the way, did you know that the continent we now call Africa was actually once called Ethiopia before Scipio Africanus committed a genocide against the continent. “Africa”, once called Ethiopia, was renamed to honor the deeds of the monster Scipio. This is what educators don’t teach you as they feed children and adults alike dogmas and historical lies.
I have in my life, even during my wildest days of debauchery and parties, always wanted to fight for the “little guy” and to be a revolutionary. But my vision of revolution was never one based on bullets because bullets do nothing but kill people—there is no healing that comes from gunshots. The revolution I always wanted was one of the heart and the mind and a revolution where love overcomes oppression. Before life cratered and swallowed me into a state of indigence, my concept of revolution and redemption was limited to Ethiopia and “African-Americans”. But after almost two years of seeing the broken masses who huddle in the shadows of poverty, homelessness, and poverty, I have shed the blinders of identity and instead join the struggle of universal justice...continued...
READ FULL ARTICLE AT: https://ghionjournal.com/my-love-and-legacy/