I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
-Walt Whitman, Song of myself Continue reading “We are not sleep walkers any more”
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
-Walt Whitman, Song of myself Continue reading “We are not sleep walkers any more”
Let me start this article by making clear that most of what I write on this site from day one up to now is not what most adults from Oromo people and other oppressed nations and nationalities in Ethiopia do not know. It is what they know very well but do not like to be reminded of. To look at bitter reality and see the truth in the face is really painful. But if we want to develop and grow in every way, we have to do it. Otherwise history will repeat itself at our expense, as, indeed, it has been doing to us since the foundation of the Abyssinian dominated empire of Ethiopia. Continue reading “Let us overcome in ourselves the myths of Ethiopia”