Love In The Woods

Last time I told you that at least a couple were my envy in AWTI.In fact, there were a lot of good couples. You would see some in Zebra frequently, or having a walk in the evening. While you are in Space,You would be no more absorbed in what you read being interrupted with frequent giggles from some chicks whose heart is taken aby may be your dormmate, to be honest these chuckling sounds were sometimes far more disturbing than those Space Vampires, The Mosquitoes
But for me, there were a couple. I pass by the Beg Tera, I see the boy, I greet him. I finish taking shower, and return to my dorm, on my way I see this boy again but this time with his girl. I greet them and pass. I get dressed, come back to Beg Tera, oh man, while I hold my own, I will see that "Woret Yaldasesew Fikrachin". The boy hugging his girl, drinking from that Beso, greets me again but this time me and, you know,...whatever.That does not last long, 10:00pm the second phase takes place.

Well at 10:00pm you might not see that couple sharing Beso...You rather hear the girl yelling, the boy answering back, and then the girl lunging at him, and then the worst..That is why I say, This time, they are no more a couple. But every single time I said this, they proved me wrong. I left AWTI before I had one chance to prove myself right, lol . But the point is that, this couple was natural, was authentic, and of course pure Ethiopian-way couple.

Something to Share

You had probably parents who told you the whole eighteen years of your life how special you are, that nobody is like you! There is always at least a little shame when you fail to get what makes you special except the emptiness deep inside your heart. Emptiness that you don't see in your surrounding, which makes you somewhat static in the dynamic world. But all of a sudden you start to grin as that emptiness-the only resource you have- begins to fill your environment. Perhaps you are laughing because you shared something, probably everything you have, or perhaps because you are now less emptier and them-more emptier. But the question is do they laugh with you? Do they like the taste of emptiness?

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.