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The Habesha Dream
Feb 22nd
I struggle with the idea of fulfilling that dream—whether I am doing it for my parents or for myself. I am torn between the two aspects because I am caught in between two dreams.
by Shiwet Kidane written: Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
Growing up our parents instilled a lot of nationalism for our countries for either Eritrea or Ethiopia. I can recall wearing itchy Eritrean sweaters that said freedom 1991. I remember growing up to be proud of where I come from and my parents used to tell me things about my history and said they wanted us to be leaders and go back and use our knowledge to build back in my mother country. I remember my mom touching her heart every time I tried speaking tigrinya as a child and my dad grabbing me from outside at Habesha parties to dance with him. I remember around my country people that I was allowed to feel really comfortable and that I felt a sense of community in the diaspora.
My mom would tell me that I had a bigger responsibility beyond myself—that I had the duty to help others. Some could say that my parents were instilling in me what some More >
Shhhhh Tsome
Feb 20th
I mean think about it, if God had Twitter and Facebook, do you think he would tweet or Facebook he saved a soul or listened to our prayers.
by Teddy Fikre written: Monday, February 20th, 2012
YO! Today is the first day of Tsome! I can’t wait to Facebook all about it. Man, I have been waiting all week for 12:00 AM Monday so that I can be the first person to tweet “I am beginning a 40 day Tsome”! This is great, when at 11:59 and 50 seconds, I already had my Facebook comment and my Tweet typed in! 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-TSOME! Click send! Yes, now all my friends and followers know I am tsoming! Oh glory on me, I am the center of the world, I am so religious with it eko:: Surely, God will bless me for Tsoming in public and letting the world know just how much sacrifice I am making in HIS name. Man, I might as well be Jesus Fikre aydel, I mean I am giving my one begotten kitfo up in order to glorify yene esgyaber::
Um, no Teddisho, you are not actually fasting nor Tsoming for Him. You see wendeme, when one fasts, it is a covenant More >
Habesha Mailbag 4.0
Feb 17th
Habesha Mailbag 4.0
Welcome back for Habesha Mailbag 3.0
A look back at the week that was and a look forward to see what will be coming up as we all cope with the incoming Snowmaggedon…which will mean 1 inch of snow in DC. SMH
by Teddy Fikre written: Friday, February 17th, 2012
B’sma’am, wuy gud, time flies when one is twittering and Facebooking all the time, zare meche new? Arb new? Really, what is z date? February 17 already? Beunet? Well if it’s Arb (Friday) you know what that means, time to dust of another version of Habesha Mailbag. I know, I can’t believe that this is already the 4th edition of the Mailbag. I have to admit, this is my favorite part of writing in terms of how much I laugh at my readers questions/comments and keep laughing as respond back. Beunet, sak be sak lemot new be Habesha Mailbag.
As always, first a tiliq SALUTE and BIGup to Bill Simmons aka the Sports Guy (@sportsguy33 on twitter). He is the comic genius that inspired this, for years he did the Mailbag and he would use the question/response format. I swear, I used to act like a 7 year old in Bole, More >
Picture Perfect
Feb 16th
Not everyone will see things my way, but when some do, cherish those people instead of fighting empty battles.
by Teddy Fikre written: Thursday, February 16th, 2012
Let me reveal a few things about me to you; let me paint a perfect picture for those who misunderstand me. You see, there are two sides to me: 1) the shining star that shines light on my people based on the theory of Hebret 2) the dark star that emits rays of odium on those who dare spit hatred my way. This seeming contradiction, a vacillation between love and odium, has served me well in terms of marketing and reaching a wide audience. After all, there is a reason why TMZ has a wider reach than CNN. However, the vacillation has also injured my soul and in the process served to lessen my credibility in the Ethiopian and Eritrean community.
Here is the thing. To be honest, off the break, I am a kind person. Yeah I know I can come across as a bit arrogant, but when it comes down to it, I give everyone a chance until they give me a reason to doubt them. I believe in Hebret deeply, shit when I More >
When the Rubber Meets the Road
Feb 15th
Ethiopians don’t believe in Hebret; we give each other empty gurshas but when it comes down to tire meets the road, to many scurry for the off ramp exits.
by Teddy Fikre Written Wednesday, February 15th, 2012
I was about to write a missive dismissing some folks …but then i decided better of it. I mean I don’t have a right to expect that people should drop their plans and jump on my train right…so let me do something else…let me express this in a poem. Poets get to say some vindictive shit and then can say “hey…it’s only poetry eko::
When the rubber meets the RoadYou see, there is a lot of choma Between axle and road There is a lot of stem Between root and rose There is a lot of shit Between dirt and ass This comes as no surprise Ethiopians believe in Hebret LAST
How do i arrive to this conclusion Two weeks ago I penned an article called BC IPO Detailing how folks can purchase Shares of Brown Condor 5,000 page views later 7,000 emails open later untold views on Facebook And endless retweets on twitter About that dope article on BC IPO Yet three weeks later Only 2 folks invested in BC IPO
Now to be honest I don’t need no charity I have money I am blessed But this More >
Tattoos and Taboos
Feb 15th
We are headed towards a cultural oblivion, yet we continue to write the story of our collective destruction one tattoo at a time.
by Teddy Fikre written: Wednesday, February 15th, 2012
This article was inspired by one of my boys, a DOPE artist, a DOPE poet, and a DOPE wendem overall. He is actually my conscience, behind the scenes he is always telling me to get my shit together and stop writing baseless and asinine articles about useless souls who attack me and instead focus my God given talents to write about humanity—its flaws and it’s beauty. I have a thousand consciences heeding me to lead Ethiopians down the path of redemption instead of invoking hatred and a vindictive nature to lead us down the path of damnation.
So today, I asked my conscience behind the scenes what I should write about on www.browncondor.com. Yeah I times I run split lick dry out of ideas and thus I turn to my friends to give me a topic to split open like a coconut and nourish the minds of Ethiopians with the milk of magnesia of that very coconut. Thus he told me to split open the coconut of the taboo that is tattoos More >
XXL Raping 12 Year Old Little Girls
Feb 14th
I beseech you, don’t take this lightly, your inertia will lead to your own daughter in the near future being raped or your son being charged with molesting his classmate.
by Teddy Fikre written: Tuesday, February 14th, 2012
I was having the most beautiful day today. I went to sleep, had a great dream of Ethiopia, woke up, drank a free cup of buna from 7-11 and smoked one cig and when I exhaled I thought “damn nothing could go wrong today”! The article I wrote yesterday about Lupe Fiasco was a smashing success—over 2,000 hits to www.browncondor.com in less than 24 hours. I attended an event with Baratunde Thurston and this DOPE man taught me some of the DOPEST lessons while making me laugh meto gena::
So no complaints, I told myself “Teddisho, if you let some asshole troll ruin your day, if you engage in banter with asshole trolls on Facebook or twitter, it will be to the detriment of only you yene big foreheadiye”. Thus I popped my collars in Hurricane February and headed to work on cloud nine thinking that nothing will get in the way of my happiness. Today I was going to be Elated Fikre and no one More >
A Luped Out Fiasco
Feb 13th
We either stand at the precipice of the edge and jump without a parachute into a dark hole of self-hatred or take flight with Brown Condor to soar to our collective liberation.
by Teddy Fikre written: Monday, February 13th, 2012
Who to write about next? This I ponder over a cigs by the dozens and coffee by the cup loads. I mean my cortex can only produce so much DOPE text in any given moment and my synapses can only snap back so many times in any given day. Seriously, I have written about poets, politicians, artists, singers, and cowardly niggas without regard to bias. I wrote three lines of the Obama “Yes We Can” speech in 2008 only to end up in a ditch of depression from the outsized expectations. I travel to Venus and back bringing back asteroids of DOPE factoids only to be scorched by Earth’s ozone layers upon reentry. Maybe it is best I pump the breaks; maybe it is best that I slow down and look within first before I shine a light on some other deserving soul or an undeserving troll::
What the hell, you knew I was not going to do any such thing. I impeach More >
MK_47
Feb 13th
I can go on for days writing words across the sky connecting dots with each star in the heavens, even then I could not really capture the true essence of the cocob I see in her eyes.
by Teddy Fikre written: Monday, February 13th, 2012
It’s time for me to shine my spotlight on yet another DOPE model citizen. This one, her name is Meron Kassahun, better known as MK_47. This lady is a lady of rage, she is a citizen of Atlantis and I am just a fish just floating by blowing bubbles in her universe. I swear meto gena this big foreheadiye is so amazing that Luther Vandross was reduced to silence when looking into her eyes. I swear this amazing woman of Ethiopia has somehow levitated my mind and induced me into believing that Whitney Houston is still living and breathing through her lungs. I mean look at her eyes, look at her lips, look at her nose, she is the personification of serendipity and in her iris I see hope and change that Obama could never comprehend.
Alas, if you think I am about to reduce Meron into a mere sexual object and reduce her to an idol of More >
Fikre ena Whitney
Feb 12th
Woke up in distress, depressed and alone, I lost my father 10 years ago, last night I lost my nigist who always gave me good love.
by Teddy Fikre written: Sunday, February 12th, 2012
Had a dream of my father last night Woke up in a frenzied flight Last night I saw my father Fikre This morning I am on the brink Broken hearted and torn Maybe this is what happens When you lose Whitney I swear losing ONE is a bitch Puts one in a miserable ditch I look up and HE is gone Look down and she is done This is our story This is our history A collection of graves A gathering of slaves To be buried and entombed Left a bastard of the world I am a child of no one I am a son unloved I am bowed and bloodied I am lost and unmarried I am I am I am I am speechless The eulogy of nothingness I now reside in heart break hotel Room 7320 Third floor Flooded in blood Covered in blue I am I am am I am I Really left undone Rest in Peace Fikre Rest in Peace Whitney “Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.” ~Elie Wiesel
[click to see Whitney give Good Love]
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