The negative good
Love is but more giving than receiving.
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I want to relive That moment why? An eighth grader I watched her A full brown
Although fate, Distance and time Cruelly put asunder You an indifferent girl And I self-conscious
As mother nature’s Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque
Lovely Befriending, endearing Hundred girls smart Doesn’t afford half The Delight
After a hectic day in the Newsroom at Arat Kilo as usual I had to head to a nearby dilapidated old villa hotel by the riverside for quick ones. As a tension management, I use taking liq...
When a kid I used to put My boot On the wrong foot. A grown-up
Sunday takes the salient segment of my weekly prayer calendar. When the story I’m going to relate to you took place I was heading to Saint Uriel church just downhill Kazan chis. A tall ...
After a busy day in my office, while I was having tea sitting on the veranda of a cafeteria found in the heart of Kazan chis, I witnessed a girl, with a comely face, bending forward fro...
After lunch break when I opened my office door which was normally evacuated at that hour of the day, I saw Christina waist upward and face downward half asleep on her office table. Nudg...
On top of my labor In the farmyard I often proffer to you Milk, cheese, manure, and hide To render grand
When I was about to dismiss class, “Teacher, may I ask you a personal question?” a bit afraid one of my best students who sat in the front row posed a question. It was two decades back ...
I remember the day to the minute detail as if it were yesterday. It took place on the eve of Timket (Ethiopian Epiphany) in the setting from Kazan chis Meneharia to Sidist Kilo. Early i...
(This article is adapted from the biography about Brigadier-General Legesse written by Major Eyob Abate in Amharic in connection with the hero’s 5th death anniversary /Edited by journal...
It is good to give emphasis To concrete jungles And infrastructural development, But first leaders must learn to cu… A corner in their subjects’ heart!
A warm morning sun Flickering a ray of light Making my fogy Bachelor’s heart bright, A curtain raiser