ASHENAFI

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This is the stuff of Jegnas and DOPE soldiers of hope who knew the qwanka of Yichalal before Obama ever thought of uttering the words “Yes We Can”::

by Teddy Fikre  written: Sunday, March 24th (1:58AM) 2012

As I sit here at Bati Restaurant and Lounge drinking copious Heineken and Hennessy, I am transported back to a magical time, a time that was peaceful and serene.  A time where I was but a child, a time when I was innocent and blissful.  The time I am talking about is something like Bole time, a time where I was in Lycee and I had three dogs named Lucky who were not so lucky after all.  This time is my time of Tizita, thus I put ink to pad—errr more like etats to keyboard—and I am inspired to write something DOPE while Bezawork Asfaw is massaging my soul.  Thus I am about to go METO GENA (yes Teddisho is intent on making that mean 100% irrespective of what Sayoum says) and bring back my memories of Addis in an Addis way.

This is where I recount the times that I have experienced countless bliss while listening to the likes of Kuku Sebsebe, Mahmoud Ahmed, Tilahun Gesesse, and of course the one that has my heart at this very moment by the name of Bezawork Asfaw who is a lot of gold in my book.  This is a moment when my mother was happy and before my father Fikre (RIP) passed away from lung cancer.  This is a time when I was 12 years old and I traveled to New York to attend a DOPE wedding with my family.  This must have been the wedding of the century, the time when I fell in love again for the 4th time (first time was my father Esgyaber, second time was Kuku Sebsebe, third time was Bezawork Asfaw, fourth time was a true light who is no longer in my life).  Anyway, back to the topic at hand, this is a time when I was an ashenafi before I knew I was a winner.  This is a recounting of a time where I was Adwa and Haiti and I defeated colonialism before I could speak English eko::

This time I am talking about is a time of careless antiquity, this time I am referencing to is a time of selam and peace.  What do I mean by this gibberish? I mean that I was happy to be alive and did not have to worry about telemarketers calling me and bill collectors haunting me.  You see, there was once a time that my sister Mariam Fikre was the DOPEST eskista dancer in the United States and a time where my other sister Rahel Fikre and I used to do Guraginya to see who could outlast and out hop the other.  There was once time where my mother Sara Shewangizaw could sing like Bezawork—she is my lots of Gold—and she at least in my mind was always blessed with Desta.  This time—maybe it is just a figment of my imagination—was my serenity; call it denial but when the whole word smells and tastes like bullshit, this time is the moment were all things come up roses eko::

I remember a time where my sister once hopped on the stage with Tilahun and I swear she outlasted Tilahun and made him sweat meto gena endegena and endegena until he literally bowed and said “bekan”.  This is our collective story, we dance and eskista until one party or another gives up and bows out.  Dammit I love my culture, we challenge each other endlessly to make each other better and in the end we all come out ashenafis::  Ere this is not fugera or useless Habesha pride, this is the stuff of Jegnas and DOPE soldiers of hope who knew the qwanka of Yichalal before Obama ever thought of uttering the words “Yes We Can”.  Why else do you think I wrote a part of that speech, my culture and community spoke the words of audacity a thousand years before Obama ever imagined the audacity of Ethiopia.

I love my enat Ethiopia, even if I have been away from her for 30 years, I sit up here at this very moment with an Ethiopian bandera draped around my neck knowing that no one could for a second question my authenticity or my identity .  For all of you assholes who think of questioning my culture or make fun of me for my yetesebere Amharic, a middle finger is extended to thee because all of you are nothing but buna sipping assholes who do not know the first meaning of ANDINET.  For the rest who appreciate what I do and the wallet and my back that I break over and over again to make Ethiopia the Japan of Ethiopia, thank you for having my back instead of sticking a bilawa in it behind my back. 

Shout out to Abiyu Giday for giving me a moment of Hope and imparting my chinkila with some DOPE audacity.  You sir are most def an Ashenafi, this whole article is dedicated to you bro for having the humility to kiss my hand—but just know that it is I that should be kissing your hand. With people like you who believe in HEBRET and give me sage words for my soul instead of attacking my core and my soul behind my back, I shall forever fly to the moon without the gravity of Habesha disease to hold me back like lobsters in a barrel.  Another shout out to Teddy Fikremariam from Bati Lounge, you sir are nobility and I am intent on making Bati the Ethiopian Chipotle and we will both be PAID for it.

Lastly, a shout out to all the dancers here at Bati, keep going no matter the sweat and the tears, you are the essence and the very personification of the word ASHENAFI.  Oh, before I forget, thank you once again to my lots of Gold named Bezawork, soon enough yene nigist I will make you the Ashenafi of the globe.  Peace!

“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” Buddha

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FEATURE EVENT

[click to RSVP as we honor Kuku Sebsebe at Bati Restaurant & Lounge on Thursday, March 29th at 9PM sharp]

This week, the theme is Kuku Sebsebe as we praise and celebrate her at Bati Lounge and Restaurant, located at 3815 S George Mason Dr, Falls Church, VA 22041.  Starting at 9:00 PM EST on Wednesday March 21st, we will dedicate the whole 2 and a half hours to honoring the life and accomplishments of Kuku Sebsebe.

So come out this Thursday, March 29th to Bati Lounge and Restaurant and take part in honoring our Ethiopian icon and our Musika Nigist and in the process listen to the best of his songs, pictures of her from Ethiopia to America while you enjoy ARIF poetry, musika, a LIVE art show and of course the best food in the DMV only at Bati Lounge.  Nu eshi, abren des’yelen eko::

FEATURE BUSINESS

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AUTHOR

Teddy Fikre

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Bezawork

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She will smile and let me look into her blen so she can take me back to Ethiopia and transport me to Bole—a place blessed with Bezowerk indeed::

by Teddy Fikre written: Friday, March 23rd, 2012

Oh my God, my life is a comedy beka:: So in an attempt to write this article, I wanted to first find out what Bezawork means.  Having been away from Ethiopia for 30 years, forgive me when I tell you my Amharic is about as broken as a Habesha Mazer’s gebena.  Thus I turned to Facebook for some Hebret.  This is what I got in return:

Me:  Yo, what does Bezawork mean?

Dessu Getachew:  lol u tell me, dont get me wrong i like her but I have no idea!

Yehoalashet Kass: means plenati of gold, plenty, it means plenty of Gold.

Dj Eyozi DireDawa: kot of gold, I mean lots of gold.

Makeda Dedebe: A lot of Gold, Beza = a lot, Work = Gold

Sirak Getachew:  bizu werk is “alot of gold” but as far as biza werk i am not sure.. been in the NY state of mind for too long.

I swear, beunet, I love my people! Between z typos, the egregious spelling, and the occasional person calling me dedeb, I find in our culture music to my ears—a music that takes me to Bole.  BINGO! What a time for me to transition to the topic of this conversation aydel.

You see, this is an ODE, really a poem and a love letter—no not a love letter like I am making some type of an indecent proposal—a love letter thanking a very special lady for blessing me with her music when I was but 7 years old in Bole.  This lady goes by the name of Bezawork Asfaw; for me she has been plenty of Gold given to me by God from the moment I was able to decipher A flat from B minor.  I don’t know what I am, on any given day I love poets, then writers, then rappers, then singers—I am all over with it and I just don’t know in what corner to fit and stay in place.  I am fidgety, I get turned on by talent and I make love to beautiful minds because for me their mind is my roofie and Spanish fly combined into a toxic potion of turn-ons.  There is nothing that excites my mind more than the mind of talented people; I can stare in their collective blens for years and still never find the end of the road called talent they travel on. 

This road for me started a long time ago back in 1974 when I was bought into this world by a loving mother and father.  Maybe it is because my mother Sara used to sing to me as a child—she probably put me to sleep every night singing Tizita to me.  Maybe it is because my father loved Ethiopian music and had more sheklas in our Bole house than all the DOPEST Djs in America combined—little did I know that my father Fikre could have been a DOPE Dj too.  Whatever the origins of my love of music, I just know that I grew up tasting the juice of esteginet that is called Ethiopian musika.  I was in love with music before I knew what love was.  I had the innocence of my childhood protected and kept in the loving arms of singers like Kuku Sebsebe, Mahmoud Ahmed, Tilahun Gessese and Muluken Melesse to name a few.  That is why to this day I still profess that my first love is Kuku Sebsebe and why I used to tell people back in Bole that my wife was Kuku at the age of six.

But along the way, my mind has been impacted and infected with the enchanted voice of countless many Ethiopians whose name I no longer remember but whose melodies still massages my cortex and snaps my synapses.  So I often get shocked and jarred when I go to youtube.com (thank you youtube, you are my connection to Ethiopia in more ways than I can ever recount) and then type in Tizita and a random name comes up and I press play and automatically the universe pauses, the globe stops rotating and all else around me just ceases to exist and I instantly get transported to Addis Ababa.  This is the power of music; it is an eternal creation that brings like to ephermeral memories.  It is as though music is a CPR machine, it electrocutes the brain and injects into our crevices instant flashbacks and all the sudden we remember what we thought we forgot a long time ago—music is a time machine and we are Michael J. Fox before he was overcome by Parkinson’s disease.

So let me tell you what happened to me and what induced this article.  As I was writing an article called “Kokeb”, I put on youtube instead of BC Radio to listen to some music I don’t currently have in the BC Radio rotation.  I decided to type in “Tizita” and listened to Mahmoud, Kuku, and Muluken for about 45 minutes. Finally, as I was finishing the article, I decided to take a chance and clicked on a youtube video that has Tamagne on the saxophone (big fan of Tamagne, what a funny man with a serious purpose to boot).  Anyway, all the sudden, this lady started singing and instantly my mind was broken and renewed, my body levitated and traveled all the way across the Atlantic lifted aided by the hands of 30,000,0000 Africans buried at the bottom of that ocean and I landed in Bole for the first time in  30 years as a foreigner in my own land.

This lady that did this to me, the lady that committed larceny of my leb and pierced my heart and made it bleed a lot of Gold was Bezawork Asfaw.  I could not believe what I was hearing; I remember listening to that very same song 30 years ago in the driver’s seat of my father’s car as we were traveling to the airport.  I looked at her eyes with awe and trepidation, there I was looking into her blen and she took me on a journey to Bole on a street named Talent and made me remember—if only for 20 minutes—what it was like to be a child again and she restored my innocence with her eloquent voice.  Two hours later, I am still here in shock that I am being blessed with plenty of Gold from God and that I am listening to Bezawork for free on youtube. 

The crazy ibd thing is that I was at Bati restaurant last Friday and Bezawork was performing all night.  There I stood two feet from her—Bole 24 inches from me—but I did not know who she was at the time so really was 24,000 miles from me.  I just know when she started singing I stopped my tweeting and Facebooking trying to promote the Brown Condor Open mic night and all things ceased as I was lost in her iris. Little did I know that this magical lady was the same Nigist that I used to listen to in Ethiopia.  Little did I know that her songs were the same songs that my mother used to sing to me.  This world is cosmic and crazy, I can’t make sense of it.  It is as though everything that has happened to me up to this moment—the good and the bad—were a preparation for me to travel that same road called Talent and arrive at my own destination as I fly my Brown Condor around the world connecting Ethiopian culture to a wider audience.

So I shall not question anything,  I will just leave my life from one moment to the next because in the end we have no control of where life takes us.  I am not the pilot of Brown Condor, I am the co-pilot, the pilot is a DOPE entity up above by the name of Esgyaber.  I will just leave it up to HIM, each time I tried to take the wheel and pretend that I was the pilot, my plane has crashed over and over again.  So I shall leave it to HIM, and when I do he blesses me with Plenty of Gold.  Today he blessed me with Bezawork Asfaw, I am thankful that she sang to me.  Forget all other plans that I had for tonight (sorry Ques, sorry Portico, sorry Talk of DC) tonight I am heading straight to Bati and I shall give Bezawork this article straight to her hand.  Hopefully, she will like what she reads, hopefully she will smile and let me look into her blen so she can take me back to Ethiopia and transport me to Bole—a place blessed with Bezawork indeed:: Peace!

“A third force, developing itself more slowly, becomes even more potent than the rest: the power of gold.” ~John Lothrop Motley

[click to see how this Plenty of Gold took me back to Bole today]

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FEATURE EVENT

[click to RSVP as we honor Kuku Sebsebe at Bati Restaurant & Lounge on Thursday, March 29th at 9PM sharp]

This week, the theme is Kuku Sebsebe as we praise and celebrate her at Bati Lounge and Restaurant, located at 3815 S George Mason Dr, Falls Church, VA 22041.  Starting at 9:00 PM EST on Wednesday March 21st, we will dedicate the whole 2 and a half hours to honoring the life and accomplishments of Kuku Sebsebe.

So come out this Thursday, March 29th to Bati Lounge and Restaurant and take part in honoring our Ethiopian icon and our Musika Nigist and in the process listen to the best of his songs, pictures of her from Ethiopia to America while you enjoy ARIF poetry, musika, a LIVE art show and of course the best food in the DMV only at Bati Lounge.  Nu eshi, abren des’yelen eko::
[Bezawork performs every Friday and Saturday at Bati Lounge & Restaurant in Falls Church, VA, click pic to find out about Bati]

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Author

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Kokeb

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Soon enough, we will have 3.5 million Kokebs in our crew, and when we do we will shake the world with our HEBRET spirit and 8 billion people how to do eskista::

by Teddy Fikre written: Friday, March 23rd, 2012

Eski, look up at the midnight sky. You see all the stars up in the heavens? That is the radiance of God shinning upon us the blessings of his essence.  Now, do you see the brightest Kokeb in the sky? Yes, the one that is twinkling more than the rest; that is the Kokeb called Ethiopia.  That was the very star that the three wise men followed to find our lord and savior Jesus in Bethlehem.  Nah, this is not blasphemy, I love God meto gena and everything that I do—in one way or another—is to praise him and be a testimonial for the blessings he has bestowed to me. Call this the lost 14th book of the bible, I call it the book of Teddisho, and I am intent on spreading the shine of that Kokeb called Ethiopia throughout the world and have Ethiopia be the Japan of Africa.  Soon enough—in my lifetime—when we sneeze, the world will shiver and catch a cold.

Now in case you think that I am the only one hell bent on lassoing the Kokeb called Ethiopia and spreading her luster globally, let me introduce you to two DOPE brothers who are the stars behind Ethio Star.  They go by the name of Solo Yigzaw (what a great name) and Dawit Kiflu (Dawit bought down a Goliath Giant). I swear this just comes to me randomly, so let me make a random commentary, do you understand that Yigzaw means “let him buy” and Dawit freed his people by slaying a Giant—thus Solo and Dawit might be the two people that slay the Giant tyrant that is INERTIA that is killing Africa and in the process buy the world and in return feed starving children in Africa instead of colonial NGOs that drop rice from the skies.

This is why I am writing this article, because I see in Solo and Dawit the potential that we as a people.  This is why I love Ethiopia, because of Kings like Solomon and Dawit.  Wey gud, another random commentary, I just realize that Solomon is the one man loved and blessed more than anyone by God and Dawit was his father who became the first King of Kings.  God damn this is too deep! Seriously, Solomon and David could deliver Ethiopia from our collective coma and in the process eradicate the ills of Africa.  I know what you are thinking; I place too much on their chest and hype them up before they have done anything.  But this here is not hype; this is a prophecy straight out of the book of Teddisho, what I say will happen in time.  The tongue has the ability to move mountains if we stand on faith meto gena—I am standing on my faith in these two kings who walk in our midst.

So what do these guys do you ask? Well they are two of the DOPEST promoters in DC and they have a Productions company by the name of EthioStar Productions.  Sigh, here is what is about to transpire upon me typing that in the mind of some unbeliever in DC:

“Teddy you are such a hypocrite, first you say you are not a promoter, two months later you start promoting parties.  Then you say promoters in DC don’t believe in HEBRET, now three months later—with such unmitigated audacity—you have the nerve to call two promoters the next Kings of Ethiopia! You sir are IBD and I need to stop following you because you are coo coo!”

Wey tata, why is it that I attract such visceral reaction from my own people? Is it because I am not in the circle or part of the clique? In any case, let me debunk that bunk that some people were thinking.  First off, I have nothing against promoters, I love them to death. If I rail at them in public, it is because I know the power they hold in their flyers and the strength they yield through their parties.  If the Habesha promoters came together in a moment of HEBRET and organized our people, Obama would stand in line and do eskista to beg for our votes. If the promoters in DC thought on a bigger scale, Mahmoud Ahmed would be singing at the White House instead of singing at restaurants.  This is why I too am now a promoter, not to throw parties but to make this vision become reality.

But you see, EthioStar thinks like me, they understand the power they yield in their hands. They were Brown Condor before Brown Condor because their parties have a purpose—that purpose being to bridge the gap between Ethiopians and African-Americans.  Before it was hip to promote Ethiopian parties to African-Americans—because too many Habeshas only stay in their lanes and their myopic cliques—EthioStar had the audacity to do something different and promote our culture to African-Americans.   In a culture that disavows risk, teaches us as children to fit into place and to not speak too loud, EthioStar speaks loudly and is not afraid to take risks—this is why I love their concept and support them meto gena eko::

You have seen the logo of EthioStar Entertainment on almost every big Ethiopian event or concert from ESFNA to Helen Berhe tours and Teddy Afro concerts or annual Labor Day bash concerts. They are in short order ubiquitous (means everywhere), they planted a mustard seed based on pure audacity and in a few years have grown to be a mighty oak that I am trying to duplicate.  What, you thought that Brown Condor is original? Hell no, I am the biggest Somali Pirate ever; I have taken more ideas from more people and made it my own with a dash of my ingenuity.  But not even my brian power could ever duplicate the shine that is EthioStar eko::
The CEO and founder of EthioStar Entertainment is Dawit Kiflu (Facebook name is Dawit EthioStar Kiflu) and his partner is Solomon Yigzaw, better known as Solo Yigzaw on Facebook.  These two are actually first cousins but they are more like brothers; Dawit and Solomon where born in Ethiopia and migrated to the US in 1990. While Solomon played football for all 4 years and was the popular kid in school, Dawit was the cool laid back one; he was—like me—a nerd while jocks got all the attention.  But unlike me, Dawit did not try to hide intellect for the sake of acceptance; he enrolled in all AP classes and popped his collars 20 years before I even put on that Habesha shirt named audacity.  As different as Dawit and Solo were—a jock and a nerd—they build a friendship based on love and acceptance and built upon that rock a partnership that is stronger than titanium. 

This is how foundations of businesses are built, not on flyby associates who would never extend a hand to help you out of a ditch but based on eternal friendship that will forgive and forebear much as friends stay with you when others flee you at the first sight of hardship.  So one day, these two DOPE friends had an idea, why not form an entertainment company that is built on the foundation of Habesha but that will extend its wings to co-opt other communities into our culture.  Stop right here, doesn’t this sound familiar? Isn’t this what I have been preaching since 2008? Right it does meto gena, I just hope Dawit and Solo don’t sue my Qit off for taking their idea—why do you think I am writing this article to get on their good side new eko::

And thus they set out to do just that, event after event, one DOPE concert or party at a time, they spread their infectious smile and musika throughout DC and beyond and block by block—before Obama uttered the words “Yes We Can”—Dawit and Solo were screaming “Yichalal” and highlighting the beauty of our customs to the world.  Lil Wayne knows about Eskista because of EthioStar, Nikki Minaj knows about Guraginya, Drake knows about Kitfo, my God, what I have been striving to do since 2008 EthioStar has  been doing all along.  Ey yo Dawit and Solo, I bet you I am going to beat you to the White House though Wendems and I will be the one to teach Obama to do eskista! ;) But you beat me to the punch by bringing Lil’Wayne to DC and renting out a whole club for his party—damn really! You beat me to the punch by bringing Drake to DC and renting out the whole of Beza night club on January 2nd, 2010—uggggg y’all don’t fight fair, ende I don’t have a DOPE wendem like you two on my side thus I fly “Solo”. 

But all good things come to those people who wait with Tigist.  After years of anger and hurt, I have been blessed by God with Tigist and I know one day soon I too will have a DOPE wendem by my said who will be my business partner—ere Teddisho, you have one eko, my brother Million and this good fella by the name of Mastewal Sebro eko::  Hell, to be honest, those two wendems might end up being Solo ena Dawit, and when we form a collaboration—when we decide to form a collaborative effort by the name of HEBRET—oh man watch out DC and Addis, we will be a motley crew that will grab the globe, spin her on our etats as we give her a tenth of our nefse, and when we are done, we would have made Ethiopia the Japan of the world.  Ere teyalachew, we are just beginning, with EthioStar lighting my path and my soul, I can accomplish anything and so will my children.

God bless you Solo and the future child you are bringing into this world. God bless you and your fiancée, she is a lucky one because she found a great man of God.  And dude you are lucky because it is hard to find a diamond in a continent of cow manure—you managed  to find yourself an Ethiopian jegna who will never get mad at you because you broke her gebena nor will she leave you for another man’s gursha.  When you have a woman like that—when you find your Genet (damn I love Ethiopian names, wonder what Teddy means) and with her you will have a holiday for the rest of your life bro. Just look at the way she looks at you with loving eyes and you will see in her blen the face of God in her voice you will forever hear the song of selam and tigist as long a you hold her with selam and tigist for the rest of your life::

Oh one last thing, Solish—yene wendem—melkam lidet King Solomon, thank you for all the wise words you imparted to me in private moments and lifting me up while others were stepping on my neck.  I will forever remember your kindness and take your soul to my grave, if ever God blesses me with a son, I will name him Solomon and you will know that he is named after you and the Solomon in the bible.  Always keep your humility and your gentle soul; it is hard being us, in our community we are judged for our height, our weight, our hair, our eyes before they ever take the time to know us. I once judged you too—yeah I know, whenever I blast people for being assholes it is because I am judging myself first.  Forgive me as I say Yikirta and trust me I will be there on April 7th to celebrate your birthday at Mood Lounge and if you let me, I will get on the mic and sing happy birthday—you know I will end up plugging BC Radio if you do aydel::

So come out come all on April 7th to Mood lounge in DC and take part in honoring the essence that is EthioStar.  How do you get there you ask? Well look up in the sky, you will see a bright star called EthioStar, make like the wise men and get on a camel and get on 395 to our Bethlehem in DC called 9th St.  Then follow the Kokeb with tigist and as soon as you hear the musika, you will know you have arrived at EthioStar.  Right, you won’t do that aydel, well in that case Google “Mood Lounge” and come over on April 7th to party with us, we might claim to be Ethiopian stars but really our stars only get brighter the more stars that become one of us.  Soon enough, we will have 3.5 million Kokebs in our crew, and when we do we will shake the world with our HEBRET spirit and 8 billion people how to do eskista. All this started by two wise men by the name of Dawit and Solomon, poetic isn’t it? Essentially, EthioStar is our “Kokeb” that will set us free.  Peace!

“There was my name up in lights. I said, ‘God, somebody’s made a mistake.’ But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, ‘Remember, you’re not a star.’ Yet there it was up in lights.” ~Marilyn Monroe

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Teddy Fikre

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Raey

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If we offer each other more than gurshas and give each other HEBRET—we will never again beg the NGOs for free rice to be dropped from helicopters::

by Teddy Fikre written Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

Listen closely.  Do you see that? Seriously do you hear what I see?

I know I know, you are probably saying to yourself, WHAT? Teddy has finally lost it, I knew he was IBD, it was a matter of time before Teddisho lost it.  Finally he has gone nuts, I guess he listened to too much KuKu Sebsibe and has finally gone coo coo!

Sigh, ere eski give me a chance and let me explain what I mean eko:: You see, there are in fact things that you see with your ears and hear with your eyes.  The five senses that God blessed us with are not separate entities; they are intertwined and interlaced; each sense depends on the next to make sense ya dig? So this is my story of how I saw with my ears and listened with my eyes, actually this is a story of how a man with a vision plucked me from obscurity and made me see with my ears and listen with my eyes. 

This man I speak of is the CEO and founder of www.listenvision.com by the name of Jeremy Beaver aka DJ Boom. This man is a visionary; thus the reason I called this article “Raey” because in Amharic Raey means vision.  Jeremy figured out a long time ago that the age of FM and AM radio was drawing to a close and that internet radio was the place to go. Thus, with a little bit of HOPE, a dash of his own financing, and some determination to change the landscape of radio, Jeremy set out to do the impossible.  He set out to found an online radio station based in DC and to compete head to head with the likes of WPGC and WKYS.

Now I am sure when he set about to do this, he had friends and family telling him to slow down and not do the impossible.  I am sure that he had supposed “friends” on Facebook and Twitter who snickered and chuckled when he told his universe that he was about to go METO GENA (100%) all in and start up an online radio station and in the process put DC on the map with his talent and vision.  You see, this is the way of the world, those that can’t do and are blind smile and chuckle, those that can do and have a vision invest in their dreams and bust their ass off to make it happen.  You know who else got laughed at? Let me give you a quick list:

  • The Wright Brothers
  • Mark Zukerberg
  • Steve Jobs
  • Mahmoud Ahmed and Tilahun Gessesse
  • Jeremy Beaver
  • Moses
  • Jesus Christ

Now listen, before you go off and start a crusade against me for committing blasphemy by daring to compare these human beings with Jesus Christ,  I just included Jesus in there because he too was ridiculed and mocked for daring to believe in charity and HEBRET.  The world—even as it spins on its axis—is really stuck in place due to billions of folks who refuse to see forward.  I know one thing though, the very same people who laughed at the Wright Brothers—their grandchildren are flying on planes.  Those very people who laughed at Mark Zuckerberg—they and their children stay on Facbook (how do you think you read this article).  Those very people who mocked Steve Jobs—those very people stay on iPhone and iPads (you are probably reading this article right now on an Apple product).  Those people who kept talking over Mahmoud and Tilahun when they first came out (trust me, this happened, they would tell you that musicians back in the day were disrespected and looked down at like servants by Habeshas in the 1960s)—those very folk and their children now profess to love them both.  The very people who mocked Moses—those people perished.  The very people who crucified Jesus—we are here because of it.

What I am saying is that it takes visionaries to change the trajectory of the human glide path.  We are—for the most part—sheep that go along with the heard and seldom question what was heard.  We are stationary even as we walk—did you know that 95% of your life is spent within a 10 mile radius? This is some radical shit, how is it that we have the whole world as ours to behold, yet we hold a spot in one little corner of the globe and end up getting buried in the same city we spend 95% of our lives in .  This is depressing to be honest, why don’t we do more to travel, why don’t we do more to see the world through our ears and listen to the melodies of this beautiful earth through our eyes?

BAM! This is where Jeremy steps in.  You see, he realized that people want to be alive and to understand this complex world by listening and hearing about different cultures and customs by traveling throughout the world. Alas, the recession being what it is, not too many of us can pick up on a dime and travel the distant corners of the world.  Thus, Jeremy decided to bring the world to his listeners—right at their desktop—and right there in the city they reside they could get a taste of the world.  This is the limitation of FM and AM radio, you have to live in the city where you hear that radio station. Not Listen Vision, with the internet there is no border, there is no mountain Jeremy can’t scale, there is no ocean he can’t cross—Listen Vision is a borderless and ocean-less station that delivers music throughout the world ten thousand listeners at a time.  Now tell me, can WPGC or WKYS say that?

Listen Vision is a full service music, entertainment and multimedia production facility adjacent to the Howard University campus in Washington, D.C. Established in 1998 by owner Jeremy Beaver, the studio has become a permanent DC hot spot drawing top local artists along with national (and international) names such as KRS-ONE, T-Pain, Wynton Marsalis and RedMan. Ground-breaking price packages, talented engineers and award-winning artistic collaboration have contributed to Listen Vision’s unparalleled levels of client loyalty. Robel Musika did his CD there, Listen Vision is literally about  to become the Mecca for Ethiopian talent and I am intent on being the Moses that delivers the DOPEST Ethiopian singers and rappers to the promise land called Listen Vision—chuckling are we now, remember what I said about chuckles?
I know one thing, what Ethiopia—and really Africa—needs more than anything are visionaries like Jeremy Beaver.  If we had just 100 visionary Habeshas in the DMV area, I swear to you we would shake the world and make politicians shiver and have Obama doing eskista to get our votes. Instead, we have a community which is mostly blind to tomorrow and only worries about today.  My community does not invest in marketing their products (with a few rare exceptions), they don’t believe in reaching out to the outside world (with a few rare exceptions) and for the most part are only worried about making it past the present.  They don’t see the future—they can’t see the forest for the trees—thus we are stuck hitting our heads over and over again on buna trees while companies like Starbucks rapes Africa and steals our beans only to sell it to us in America for a markup.  Sigh, this actually disgusts me writing it, I wonder how many Ethiopians would be filthy rich if we marketed our own “Yagerachif” coffee and our own people supported those coffee makers instead of drinking their buna at Starbucks.

This is why I keep saying over and over again that we need more visionaries but I am not about to put on blinders to the world and wait for Ethiopian visionaries to work with me, because you see Jeremy plucked me out of thin air one day after noticing what  I was doing on twitter. The very same day he sent me a tweet and asked me to come into Listen Vision to take a tour.  One hour later, I was signed to the Listen Vision family and now I have my own show every Thursdays from 9:00 PM – 10:00 PM.  DOPE right? In one day, I went from struggling to get 100 listeners a day on BC Radio by relying on my own community to getting thousands of listeners an hour on www.listenvision.com  Whereas my own community was begging me—for the most part—to shut up and tried to mute my voice, Jeremy just gave me a METO GENA megaphone and just made me one of the most influential voices on Thursday nights.  Sad as it is, I talk about HEBRET all the time, most ignore it when I preach it, but Jeremy realized its value and now we are both about to be rich from it. 

I said a long time ago that my own community—because I am not in any cliques—will not accept me or celebrate me until a white man comes out of now where and “discovers” me.  Jeremy, my ferenji brother that I call my wendem—was that white night and together he and I ride on the Listen Vision train and the next place we stop only God knows.  Thank you Jeremy for believing in me and what I do, I promise wendem I will do all that I can to ensure that your decision that day to tweet me will make us both better off for it.  I have over 200 articles on www.browncondor.com about 200 different Ethiopian and Eritrean restaurants, singers, artists, promoters, etc.  Out of those 200 people, maybe 10% actually followed up and said thank you and—more importantly—sent that same article to their friends and family; the rest ignored me and never did anything to advance the DOPE story I wrote about them.  Now take note from Jeremy, watch as he goes bezerk forwarding this article on Facebook and twitter (follow him on twitter @djboom_LV)  I hope that you will learn from him what HEBRET looks like as he forwards this article to everyone and gets my website thousands of hits and in return thousands of Ethiopians in the DMV and beyond get to know him—HEBRET.

To my Ethiopian and Eritrean family, please don’t take this article as some type of angry commentary or me exposing the underside of our community.  What I spoke is the truth and I am ready to live with the consequences if that means I will have fewer supporters at my events for it. Because this is not about me as much as it is about the next “Teddy” you see, the next Ethiopian or Eritrean teenager who has a vision and is too often met with chuckles and indifference in our community that turns a visionary into a blind sheep like the rest. 

Please—I beg you—lend that kid a hand, make her feel that her dreams are boundless and that her ideas have merit.  If we do that as a people—if we offer each other more than gurshas and give each other HEBRET—we will never again beg the NGOs for free rice to be dropped from helicopters while they steal our coffee and bananas with another. Now you see what I mean that you can see with your ears and listen with your eyes; this is my vision for Ethiopia—I wonder if you can see and hear it. Peace.

“Where there is no vision, the people perish.”~Proverbs 29:18

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This week, the theme is Kuku Sebsebe as we praise and celebrate her at Bati Lounge and Restaurant, located at 3815 S George Mason Dr, Falls Church, VA 22041.  Starting at 9:00 PM EST on Wednesday March 21st, we will dedicate the whole 2 and a half hours to honoring the life and accomplishments of Kuku Sebsebe.

So come out this Thursday, March 29th to Bati Lounge and Restaurant and take part in honoring our Ethiopian icon and our Musika Nigist and in the process listen to the best of his songs, pictures of her from Ethiopia to America while you enjoy ARIF poetry, musika, a LIVE art show and of course the best food in the DMV only at Bati Lounge.  Nu eshi, abren des’yelen eko::
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We are nothing more than canvasses, let Mahmoud and Solomon paint indelible images on our collective canvasses tonight::

by Teddy Fikre  written: Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

We are born—all of us—a blank canvass barren of thought, intellect, behavior or preferences.  We are canvasses that are blank and white, waiting for artists by the name of mommy and daddy to ingrained into us—one paint stroke at a time—a picture of the world as they see it as they hope we are not equally tainted by the ugliness of the world.  You see, this is in the end the essence of humanity; we are a duality of positive forces and dark antimatter.  We are art work waiting to be painted; we are masterpieces being perfected by God while being tormented by dark forces.

 This is the reason I love artists so much, they are fathers and mothers of our conscience and our thoughts.  Through their paint brushes they speak of humanity and our loss of innocence; every since a caveman picked up a piece of chalk and decided to paint, us humans have been conveying through our art the state of our minds and our universe.  More than science, philosophy, law or spoken word, a canvass has held the key to our mind’s door and held ajar the window to our souls.  This is why art is indefinable while it stands indelible in our collective mentality.  Art is not a noun, it is more an adjective because there is no such thing as a profession of art—we are all artists if we choose it.  This is why art is not so much taught as it is imagined, I too am an artist who inspires to be the next Eskinder Girma even if my art work looks like that of a Eskinder’s kindergartner child while Eskinder—with each stroke of his brush—captured the very thought of God as he contemplated painting the canvass that we call the universe. 

It is with this in mind that I introduce you to an amazing artist that I know by the name of Solomon Asfaw.  Solomon is part and parcel of a renaissance of Ethiopian art that is taking place from Addis to Washington, DC. These awe-inspiring artists have done what few imagined they could do—they have gone from humble backgrounds in Bole or Wollo to be celebrated and hailed as conquering heroes in art studios around the world. I go on and on about Ethiopian culture and how—if we marketed ourselves a big more and start to reach outside of our community—Ethiopian culture would be celebrated world over and we would be richer for it as we feed our helpless children instead of depending on NGOs to do it for us. 

But I do not put artists in this category because artists promote themselves by their products.  I would have a hard time marketing an artist—even as I am attempting to do so now—because art promotes and markets itself.  I might have to sell you on the kitfo of one restaurant or another—but for the most part most kitfo is the same.  This is not true of art; each art and his/her work is unique and there is none like it in the world.  Forget snowflakes, art is the one medium where each masterpiece stands out different and there is none elsewhere in the world like it.  Kitfo is ubiquitous, but art is unique and distinctive—there is none like it each time one is painted. 

I learned this first hand a long time ago, but this lesson was reinforced in my mind and my synapses when I asked Solomon to take part in the Ethiopian Appreciation Day three years ago.  I heard that he does live paintings, so I thought this would be a nice little add-on to the event.  Little did I know that Solomon—at least for me—would be the headline act second only to Mahmoud Ahmed.  As busy as I was running around tying one loose end or another on September 25th, I could not help but be captivated by the art Solomon was painting live right there at National Park.  What he ended up painting in less than 2 hours was a work so beautiful—so mesmerizing—that each time I look at an art work today, I hearken back to that beautiful September day and imagine what the artist was thinking when he was painting that show as I remember thinking that very same thing when Solomon was painting the map of Ethiopia three years ago. 

Thus, it is my honor and privilege to have Solomon Asfaw present at the Brown Condor Open mic poetry night at Bati Ethiopian Lounge and Restaurant on today as he paints a portrait of Mahmoud Ahmed live on the stage as we honor Mahmoud for the decades and decades of contributions he has made to Ethiopian music and culture.  We will be doing a live auction of the masterpiece that Solomon is going to create at the end of the night, so come out tonight and take part in this magical night as we thank Mahmoud for his amazing contributions in a Mahmoud themed evening and you too will be awed as you see Solomon create magic—as he becomes a father of his canvass—while molding and shaping the canvass to his liking based on his Tizita of Mahmoud.  After all, we are nothing more than canvasses, let Mahmoud and Solomon paint indelible images on our collective canvasses tonight::

“A good painting to me has always been like a friend. It keeps me company, comforts and inspires.” ~Hedy Lamarr

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This week, the Special Guest of Honor is Mahmoud Ahmed at Bati Lounge and Restaurant, located at 3815 S George Mason Dr, Falls Church, VA 22041.  Starting at 9:00 PM EST on Wednesday March 21st, we will dedicate the whole 2 and a half hours to honoring the life and accomplishments of Mahmoud Ahmed.  You better believe the next time I  honor Mahmoud Ahmed it will be at the Kennedy Center or the White House. But for now, having learned a lesson from Mahmoud, I will humbly honor him the way that I can at this moment.

So come out this tonight, March 21s to Bati Lounge and Restaurant and take part in honoring our Ethiopian icon and our Musika Nigus Jegna and in the process listen to the best of his songs, pictures of him from Ethiopia to America while you enjoy ARIF poetry, musika, a LIVE art show and of course the best food in the DMV only at Bati Lounge.  Nu eshi, abren des’yelen eko::

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