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[Fiyameta]

Your pain is my joy!

[Fiyameta]

As many of us have been saying for years, the terrorist weyane no longer have a country they call their own. Even their barren KILIL is slated for dissection-- with some of the territories going to their rightful owners in the Amhara region and to Eritrea, shrinking its size to fit the small agame brain that has created it out of sheer greed by ignoring potential consequences. የቆጡን አወርድ ብላ የብብቷን ጣለች

[Fiyameta]

ውሓጥዎ እምበር አበይ ድሕር ድሕሬ!

[Naga Tuma]

PS: HERE ARE THE LYRICS TO THE ABOVE SONG ...ENJOY!

እኔ ልኮራመት እኔ ከሰል ልምሰል
ስቀሽ አታስቂኝ የደላሽ ይመስል
ሁሉን አውቀዋለሁ የእምዬ'ኮ ልጅ ነሽ
ሞተሽ ታርፊዋለሽ አንድም ቀን ሳይደላሽ
እኔ ልኮራመት እኔ ከሰል ልምሰል
ስቀሽ አታስቂኝ የደላሽ ይመስል
ሁሉን አውቀዋለሁ ግማሽ አካሌ ነሽ
ሞተሽ ታርፊዋለሽ አንድም ቀን ሳይደላሽ
እሽሩሩ የሚልሽ አባትሽ መንኩሶ
ምስጥ ያሳድግ ጀመር ድንጋይ ተንተርሶ
ጥፋተኛ እናትሽ ወልዳሽ የሞተችው
ላንቺ ጡት ሰስታ ለትል አጠጣችው
ትፍጨረጨሪያለሽ ወጉ አይቅር ብለሽ
አልቃሽ አጣሽ'ንጂ ቆይተሻል ከሞትሽ
እህት አበባ ክንዴ የምልሽ ወንድምሽ
ካንቺ ያልተሻልኩኝ ነኝ ምናባቴ ላርግሽ
የጎረቤት ምግብ እያሸተትሽ ኑሪ
ለመብላት መብት የለሽ መቼም አትጠሪ
ውለታ እስካልመለስሽ ማነው የሚያበላሽ
የእምዬ ልጅ ቁረጭ ችጋር ያንፈራፍርሽ።


AND, LE MIRIQAT YAHIL ...

I have never expected in my life to hear such a dark lyric in music until I came across this one.

How can you invite such lyric to those whose motto is self-reliance?

What a contrast with one of the best lines in one of Teddy Afro's songs: አፈሩ ገራገር፣ ምድሩ መች ኣሳጣን? Hear it here again starting around 3:30 minutes into the clip.

If I may expand on that timeless line, the vast majority of Ethiopians live in rural areas. That means if many Ethiopians who toil in the cities to make a living realize that the soil in the rural areas is a golden treasure to make a living and just find a way to get out of the cities to till the land, can you imagine anyone singing like that or quoting its lines instead of asking the hard question in Teddy Afro's song?

I have been asking this question many times, including my relatives who live in cities. Why haven't some people who toil in the cities in Ethiopia thought of the land as a way to overcome poverty? I have met an American co-worker who said that he has ancestral land in Scotland. If I hadn't gone to school, I would live as a happy farmer.

I understand that it is hard to toil like that, which you see in the video. However, people have done it over the ages, improving the means to do it over time. I have done it when I was young, giving a helping hand to my late dad when I wasn't in school. The last time I did that was at the end of my freshman year in college when I arrived home before the last day of that year's planting season. I didn't take rest when I saw him get up for the day to till. I gave him a helping hand for the day. I turned the memory of that day into an article in my broken English for the graduation bulletin of my class and got a second-place recognition for it. Another article in Amharic won the first place prize.

I have read somewhere or heard an interview that HM was working on modernizing agriculture in Ethiopia when he was overthrown. I clearly remember መስከረም 2, 1967, Ethiopian calendar. My conscious memory as a child was forming when I watched animus suddenly fall between my oldest brother and our late dad the morning of that day. I understood what it was about in retrospect when they were talking about it at a later time. That day, my oldest brother had got up early in the morning and tuned into the national radio. When he heard ቦቆተኒሩ, he expressed his happiness loudly. My dad who overheard the happy laughter wondered what it was about. When he learned about it from his son, he felt sad at his son for laughing about it. Not knowing what it was about, I was left as a child bewildered about it. Hearing this music by Teddy Afro makes that bewilderment alive.

I am not sure if you were a ወጠጤ in the movement at that time. However, I still remember another ወጠጤ who was almost brought down by my late dad with his pocket toy, which that same oldest son had bought him, after he was slandered: አከ ዱር ኣላገጡን ሀፌረ። When he reached for his toy, my late mom stood on the door before he got out and said: አነ ጎምብፍቱ መሌ ህን ባቱ።

The once upon a time ወጠጤ, a godchild of the family, is still a friend of the family and now lives here in the U.S.

I am expressing my observation and this family story here hoping it helps you for a reflection of your lax language on this forum as well as for developing some taste for class.