Work is somehow boring. I mean, it’s not as interesting as getting paid. Most of my workfellows are from Ethiopia (Oromo), they’re so strong. I can’t imagine how much they can carry? They carry quintals. As Amharic is the first language at work… I almost make half of them my friends. Most of them advised me not to work hard as it will not raise the payment I get, but they only know this theoretically. In a practical world they are super hard workers. I had only one Eritrean co-worker; though he doesn’t know any language other than Tigrigna it doesn’t stop him from speaking. He chats with everyone in Tigrigna probably thinking that everybody listens & understands Tigrigna! Even at the market he requests what he wanted using a pure Tigrigna; if they fail to understand what he meant… he uses sign language. Today I feel like I will be at work on time as our bus driver is helping the car move as fast as it could. Oh no! We crashed with a woman driving a white car. The mistake was with our driver, though part of it was hers for she hesitated too much. Shit! What a stupid day; I got fired; DHL was closed when I go to send my passport & I forgot my Sudanese iphone5 in taxi (raksha). It’s 6pm by now & I am going to the Ethiopian Embassy with Selam (my brother’s wife’s sister), the place is cultural & green everywhere. Where else have I seen green before? Oh yap! It was with fili when we were going to Sahafa heading to the west to the left of us was green outside before a beautiful dirty staircase get us into a purple room with a purple armchair & waiters wearing a purple dress & a purple lipsticks. While we were looking for a place to sit, we saw fili’s bloody friend Shaggy who speaks purple (color of his voice) & we joined him. After we were served with a traditional coffee (jebena) we ordered, two ladies with purple beauty joined us. Shaggy was the center of the conversations we were making; he must have a masters in flirting. I am serious he is so skillful… like for example, if he feels like he lost the attention of one of the purple ladies, he totally shifts his attention to the other purple lady & confess his admiration, so that the uninterested & less attentive purple lady will be more attentive & jealous than ever. The purple ladies are jealous & attention seeking just like kids. Anyhow, I am now home after having a great evening with Selam. At home I met a nine year old girl called Batseba, from America. She promised me to teach me English & informed me our lesson will start with the alphabets. She has a good command of a computer. As she was going through the songs on my laptop, she screamed, “oh! Justin” & I asked her if she likes Justin Bibber. She answered, “I don’t like him; I like his songs. I laughed as I had never noticed the difference between liking a singer & his songs before. Starting a good day will more likely make your whole day nice. However starting a good day counts on how good your night before the day you’re about to start is. “In Biwra we sleep long & dream in a great depth. We dream a dream in the dream we dream. We wake up several times in our dreams before we really wake up. Our dream is our future with its brightness having the capacity of blinding the Sun; even if the whole Sun was an eye. The universe is too small if it’s to be compared with how vast our dream is”. Did I tell you I was working 8 hours just for 5 dollars? Do you encourage me to double my work & make it 10 dollars a day? I don’t think so. In my opinion this is why the life of people working for about 16hours a day doesn’t change that much; they don’t sleep that much so that they don’t have dreams or their dream end before it starts. Oh! Its mid-night… let me sleep & have a Biwrian dream. I slept 8 hours, my night was busy dreaming. The fact that I dreamed hard made me feel so hungry; I can eat the whole elephant right now. I had had a great dream to follow & make it success. Batiseba came up with a notebook & a pencil to start teaching me alphabets as her parole. I gave her a laptop as I was busy chopping onions for my meal. Suddenly a guy I don’t like appeared through the window before he invited himself to my room. He started talking non-sense to her, but they failed to communicate as he doesn’t know more than nine English words. When I left them to buy tomatoes in a nearby market they were listening a song by Katy Perry “fire work”; however when I was back home a fire was set in my room. Batseba was vomiting, her mother was screaming in anger; the oblivious stupid Abraham was muted. He kissed her on her lips using force. I didn’t know what to do or say! This is a great shame to manhood… humiliation to all mankind. I don’t know why some men prefer to think with their balls to their brain & let their thing control their life? Some men’s stupidity is unimaginable. Anyhow, here at home are two sisters (one from America & the other living in Sudan), who always argue whom child is more stupid. The one says your daughter is stupid, she is playing with food & the other says it’s your daughter who is stupid, she doesn’t even wash the plates she ate with… their cold war never ends before the night is over. So I shall call it a night myself!
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 09:12:40 +0000
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