The Biggest Trip to Hawassa (pt. 1)

There is something about traveling outside of Addis that just makes you say, “Ahhhhh…” with relief. As a young kid, the only places I’ve ever been to were, Harar, Dire Dawa, or Sodere. Recently though, I’ve been to so many places that I could blog about, but I didn’t really start writing then. Hehe.

Ok. Hawassa.

I had no prior plans of going there. I never thought I’d actually go there, for that matter. My sister, (temporary guardian, until further notice) said to me, “Sorry sis, I’m not taking you to this trip. It’s strictly family oriented.” Damn. Continue reading

A Solution to the Minibus Taxis

If you are a middle class Ethiopian citizen, you are well familiar with the Minibus taxis. They’re blue on the bottom, white on top, serve 12 people at a time legally (up to 20 illegally), and has a redat or helper, who always has half of his body out of the window yelling, most commonly, “Bole, Bole”!

The Problem

I, personally, have a special interest on these taxis, as you might have realized by now, writing all sorts of articles about them. They are my main means of transportation especially in the mornings (7:30-8:30am) and at the end of the day (5-5:30pm). Continue reading

Street Beggars (Real or Fake)

Once upon a time, in a hot, hot Ethiopian day, I sat in a minibus taxi, daydreaming or something.

Ok, ok. To the point.

I was sitting in the taxi around Bole road and one man hopped in the seat in front of me. He was disabled, for sure, but didn’t seem so miserable. He walked way too fast for him to be miserable. His face was sort of familiar, and for the most of the ride, I tried to figure out where I knew him from. He paid his fare and get off soon. Continue reading

Abadir Institute

I walked through the doors of Abadir Institute, my elementary school, and immediately felt like a giant. The wide outdoor where the boys played soccer, and the girls ran around playing “abarosh” (tag), now felt too small.

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How You Know If He is “The One”

“That One” is hard to find; that’s why we jump from one man to another searching for him. Early on in our lives, it takes a small thing to dismiss him for the title, “The One”.

Ages 15-18 –“He’s not popular enough.”

Ages 19-20 something –“He’s not cute enough.”

Above –“He isn’t ready for that kind of commitment.” Continue reading