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Habesha Mailbag 10.0 Motto of the day:: Meaning of Hebret -> “dir beyaber ambessa yaser!” 1,000 spiders can tie up a lion, I just need 999 more, will you be my second?

by Teddy Fikre  written: Monday, April 2nd, 2012

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Ere Yikirta family, I know Habesha Mailbag is supposed to come out on Friday’s, but my life has been Vahe IBD lately but I have been enjoying every Munit of it eko:: Anyway, no time for me to recount how crazy shit has been lately, if you want a recap of my crazy life, just scroll through the last couple of articles on www.bronwncondor.com and you will see that I am not minimizing anything when I say that IBD is actually an understatement.  But I am happy with this eko, IBD people are the ones who make a change in our lives while the “normal” people are busy bullshitting and sipping buna at the rapers of Africa by the name of Starbucks.

Before I get started, please sewoch, we are trying to make #IamEthiopianandProud on twitter the top trending tweet.  Eski, before you get to reading the rest of Habesha Mailbag, please take a moment to tweet something about what makes you proud to be Ethiopian and then include #IamProudandEthiopian include @browncondor and tweet it out and encourage others to do the same.  For example:: #IamEthiopianAndProud because Buna was found there, forget Starbucks, Ethiopia will have you star struck <- DOPE right, now come on, do the same eshi:: I mean right now and keep sending them out throughout the day eshi::

But now is not the time for me to get on my soapbox and get to preaching and teaching the gospel of Teddisho, besides my soapbox (Facebook) has been disabled for the next 30 days.  So let me instead focus on my task at hand today, which is to make you laugh your QITS off and enjoy the rest of your Monday while you listen to BC Radio eko: 

So with that preface out of the way, first let me get to Somali hijacking my own words from last week because I am tired of typing 40 pages—call this Habesha Teddisho conservation eko:: TQE <- TQE = BRB = Tinish Qoyiche Emetalew

Bill Simmons  is the reason I started Habesha Mailbag, to be honest, I am taking the whole format from Bill, I guess you can say that I Somali Pirate hijacked his style, but hey, if you think that Bill did not Somali Hijack someone else’s style, just keep in mind that his webpage is called www.grantland.com and Grant was the name of a famous Sports reporter from Boston, so you see, all things come full circle and piracy after all is not such a bad thing—as long as you acknowledge who you pirated from and in return pave the way for a future Sports Guy or Brown Condor.  Damn I just Somali hijacked my own words—pretty impressive Teddisho, you can now claim Teddy Fikre as your Somali victim #134::

OK, metaw—ere balegoch, I don’t mean metaw like that—I mean metaw as in I am back. Hold on though, if a particular lady reading this wants to help me to say the other metaw, please email me at info@browncondor.com (I can say this because the Brown Condor editor is out sick today because he ate bad yogurt last night…no really, her name was Strawberry Yogurt, I told him not to eat anything from strip clubs, now he sees why I say that.

Anyway, let me first delve into sports in honor of Bill Simmons aka @sportsguy33 on twitter.  Here goes…

Alight…metaw…ere endegena, I don’t mean metaw as in “metaw” eko, I mean metaw as in I am back—enate balege nachew betam  Anyway, before I delve into the Habesha Mailbag, let me first delve into sports in homage of Bill Simmons and duff my sports pundit hat.  Are you ready? Here goes eko!

I predict that Kansas and Kentucky are going to be in the NCAA Final’s tournament (keep in mind this was written two weeks ago (#WashatamTeddiye) and that Kansas is going to win z championship.  Furthermore, that dude that plays for Kentucky, don’t know his name (what a great sports pundit I am aydel) looks like a 7 foot version of Meles Zenawi.  I swear when I was a kid, I wanted to have a unibrow, thank God esgyaber, the things we want as children boy I tell you—I also wanted to be high yellow like I was at the age of 2 eko.  Now, I am meto gena happy with my chocolate skin (I tell z ladies eko that my name is Chocolate Thunder) and my two separate eye brows.  I believe that eye brows need to have a Jim Crow Law, separate but equal is what I am talking about. What the hell, how did I go from basketball to Jim Crow degmo?

Anyway, enough sports eko, time to go on to the readers Teddisho!  Strap on your seat belts and hold on to your Qits, this is about to get meto gena bumpy but you will laugh your Qits off the whole time you are reading. Ready? Let’s GooooOOOOooO!

Q: Ante Woyane, wey gud, ebakeh men laderg ante banda, I just came back from z doctor eko, I was told I have developed multiple hairline fractures to both my wrists from “overuse” and that my palm has developed infection because of the copious amounts of Aloe that I use to ….ummmmarrahh…to lotion up my body.  Ere ehe teru neger aydelem, men ladereg, ka lije eko menem ems alaganem, beka lemot new eko, ere ante qemalam eski give me a hand eko yene wendem!” –Nitro Ethiopians aka Ye Ethiopia Wewe on FB but really @MelesZenawi, London, England but really the “White House” in Addis

BC: Buahahahahah lol No comment needed for this one eko ante Broke Back Habesha, all I can say is “what’s up Handy Man” give me five…eerrrrr never mind Mr. Nivea Ij! Peace, Ato Emsless

Q:  Teddy Fikre, since when did you become the “maker” and “destroyer” of the Ethiopian/Eritrean Diaspora? You live in a “make believe” world that what you say makes a difference! Artist and friends such as Munit will make it with or without your endorsement! I’ve known Munit for many years and what you say in the article is utterly petty and filled with hate. What you give as examples are at the very least childish–you know the types we would finger point when we were in kindergarten. All of Munit’s friends and fans, which I consider myself as both, will stand by her when her good name is dragged through the mud. The only bright spot this trash you call “masterpiece” is the realization that I had kept quite when you insulted all of these “trolls” because I didn’t know them personally. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to each and everyone of them. I know this comment will go in one ear and out the other but I hey better than regretting for not saying what I feel later. –Sayem Osman, Alexandria VA

BC:  ‎Sayem Osman dude you are a good friend..you are not the only one I offended with this article…trust me there is a long line from here to Bole from my very own family to my own friends and “fans”…so you are not saying anything different. But whatever your aim or purpose Sayem I am awaiting for you to actually knock down any facts I stated…where was I wrong in my recounting of facts based on personal experiences. Were you there the whole time, were you there when Munit and I were having conversions? Were you there when I broke my back from June to September putting 09.25.09 together or were you just a fan that showed up on the day of?

The funny thing is that there is some cognitive dissonance and you don’t really realize it yet. Look at what you wrote eko, you are insulting me for insulting her. Thus your methods of going King Kong Sayem are justified because you are pissed off at me…but when I did that because I was pissed off at Munit…well then I am childish, what i wrote (which by the way I am the best writer you know bar none show me one better in our community) is garbage, I am now a “troll” I am petty and filled with hate. What you just said about me is meto gena worse than what I wrote about Munit and you my brother do it based on lies and innuendo. this is the shit of Habesha…like I said…let me quote again because I know this bullshit was coming…

When someone states a fact, they destroy your character. Instead of impeaching the substantiated truth, they seek to wound your soul and start a whisper campaign of lies as they call you a liar. Thus lebas accuse people of being leba, Woyanes accuse others of being Woyane, sinners call other people sinners, I am cursed with a double talking and double tongued society::

Case in point, what I wrote just now called “Munit Minded”…people are calling me a liar and starting up the whisper machine to attack my character…but they have yet to disprove one minute fact of the article. Eski, this is an open challenge, if there are any incorrect facts or assertions and you point them out to me with proof, I will retract the whole article and apologize to Munit Mesfin in public and write an apology letter/article titled “Teddy is an Asshole”…let’s goo…who is up for it??? *cricket cricket*

Right…Habesha nigger…Ooops…I mean Habesha neger:: #YigermalBetam

Anyways Sayem…I will make that deal with you…please tell me one factual misrepresentation. Please point out one falsehood, please point out one area of lies and i will retract the whole article and write one apologizing to Munit titled “Teddy Fikre is an Asshole” with a pic of me on bended knees… I am waiting…*CRICKET CRICKET*

Wey gud Sayem, you let your friendship with Munit get in the way of your thinking…and it seems apparent that you choose her friendship over mine…its cool you are entitled to that…but just as Munit has fans…i have fans…just as munit sings… I sing with my keyboards…except my melodies I compose shakes the whole fucking world and makes Addis eskista to the core while all she does is perform at empty as venues..some shit never changes…the wicked will be done by their ways…(i think that is biblical from the 14th book of Teddisho)

And I might not be the maker of Habehsa…but I damn sure going to be the breaker of Habesha…watch me…i will snap a million habesha backs from here to Addis…munit is prime example number one…next up on the list…3 more people whose names begin with the letter B….tell them all to B careful when speaking my name…or else 1st page of Google is where they B!
Damn you see that shit Sayem…this here is a fucking masterpiece…i wrote this shit in 2 minutes…i am virtuoso with it…even Picaso could not do this in his dreams..peace… oh as far as my “virtual world” eski…ask Obama about me…while you were saying “yes we can” i wrote a part of that speech…while you were waving that letter that obama signed thanking our community for our contributions and asking for our votes…it was me…Teddisho…who wrote the whole things so he could sign it…while you read history books (and you are an arif historian) I am making history…stick around..you will write a history book about me one day and Munit might sing a song about me …if not me maybe her kids…and as you apologize to those fucking habesha trolls…tell them Teddiye gives them a middle finger and they could sit on it and spin720 degrees..cum twice, and swallow their own shit…

I’ll see you manyana at Bati Ethiopian Restaurant & Lounge if not…see you at your open mic at Merkamo Ethiopian Bistro in Springfield…damn…now 1,800 people know about your monthly shows…sigh…i know i know …you did not want me to market it aydell…oh well…even when i write words of odium i still end up giving hebret to people that don’t deserve it…beka aleka… time for …the …famous… you know… i’ts coming….1… 2….3… -> ::

Selam Sayem…salaam aleikum::

click here to read “Munit Mind” -> LINK

Q:  I know my true friends…..their are many wolves in sheeps clothing so beware…some hater is probably gonna talk shit so ignore it lmao.  Also who is this fake ass gangster named Brown Condor, this nigga probably has no girlfriend and does not get pussy unlike me, me I am fine as wine and pretty as a pearl.  – Kenny Kedida, Chattanooga, TN

BC:  Ummm…wow really Kenny…you want to go KKT on me? Ok let me snap your synapsis you big foreheaded gib.  First off, you look like you are having constipation, the result of swallowing too much sperm I fear.  Second, you eyes are crooked like the cross on St. Ides 40 bottles.  Sostenya, did you know that kedida in Amharic means Dick Head? Where else can I go, oh man so many places to go.  Eni Mini Miney Moe, ok what is up with your hair, you look like you got into a fight with a stray cat, Jesus, you look like a broke ass and ugly version of Rihanna.  Lastly, dud fine as wine and pretty as a pearl? Are you by any chance a beutician? Do you per chance go up to girls in a club and tell them something like “guuuuurllll your shoes are all that boo boo, where did you buy them girlfriend”…right…ummmm I am pretty sure you drink atmit with a straw and your breath smells like a football locker room.  Ere I am done with you Dick Head, told you nigga stay in your lane, how does it feel to be wrong side up in a ditch…actually don’t answer that…I have a feeling that you stay wrong side up always eko boo boo::

[click to see Kenny Dickhead's Page on FB]

Q:  If you say you are not “habesha” then why do you refer to all other ethiopians as such? You are always talking about how you don’t want to be called habesha because it is a derogatory term! So thats what I am asking you. Your post asks if “habesha” girls have big forheads. So are you calling all ethiopian girls niggers??? –Khay Lee, Atlanta, GA

BC: Ere, seme I don’t have time to debate you.  But guess what, because you were so tenacious in your debating me (you are a great Mass Debater I see) you now have a page on www.browncondor.com called Miss Lee’s Korner (Sex and Love Advice).  This is your page to do as you please. 

Fam, if you need sex and love advice, email Khay at Miss.Lee@browncondor.com and make sure you visit her page on browncondor.com -> http://browncondor.com/events/missleeskorner/ and also click on the picture below to “LIKE” her Facebook page and tweet her on twitter @missleeskorner.  Can you believe that all this was set up in less than 30 minutes! Teddisho + HEBRET = UNSTOPPABLE EKO!

[click to visit "Miss Lee's Korner" on FB]

Q: Teddy, dude did you know that Ethiopian Times, the same publication that stole your article on Yohannes Abraham, is now getting paid and working with ESFNA One, those snake ass organizers who are sabotaging ESFNA and getting paid by that Arab dick sucking ass named Al Amoudi.  Dude you need to bring KKT out of retirement and go KKT on Ethiopian Times and ESFNA One! –Anonymous, Philadelphia, PA

 BC: Ummm Alicho, aren’t you the same one that has been urging me to stop going KKT and saying I was unstable.  Now you are urging me to go KKT again…wey gud Habesha, bipolar nachew hulachum eko!  Now as far as Ethiopian times…well…let me stretch first…before I go KKT…don’t want to pull a finger musclel as I flick them off and start to typing that famous arat netib on their forehead’s eko::

Looks like I need to add Ethiopian Times to the list of companies to strike against. Sorry, I know these people and I am not doing this because my article was hijacked and printed without my permission. But…I did say that any company that steps within a mile of ESFNA None aka ESFNA One would get the wrath of Teddisho and get the METO GENA King Kong Teddy treatment right.

Thus to show that is not an empty promise, please visit the link below to find out how Ethiopian Times is sleeping with swine and filth that is Al Amoudi and contact them by going to their page on FB -> http://www.facebook.com/joseph.gessese or tweet them on twitter @ethiopiantimes and urge them to stop working with ESFNA NONE or else the heat will only get worse. Next step will be to write a full page article dedicated to Ethiopian Times and dedicate a full hour show to them or any company that works with ESFNA One

If you HATE ESFNA One and urge Ethiopian Times to withdraw supporting the pigs that are ESFNA NONE, share this link on your wall, comment below of what you think of ESFNA NONE and their backhanded way of working with ESFNA One

PS If Ethiopian Times withdraws supporting ESFNA ONe, this will be deleted and their names will be taken off the Black List…peace

Q:  Ante, why do you keep calling Habesha women “Yene Big Foreheadiye” it is betam disrespectful ante asshole. –Samuel Getachew, Pork Kitfo Eating region of Canada

BC:  Hmmmmm you don’t say Samicho, so saying “Yene Big Foreheadiye” is Meto Gena disrespectful leka:: Let me put on my thinking cap…Thinking… eyasebkun new eko…BINGO. My new line I will be using to z fly Ethiopian ladies eko –> Yene Big Qitamiye! Ehe yeshalal sewoch?

Q:  Yene caunjo, yene boyfriend wonder dabo meblat ayfelegem, z only releif that I have is that setenya, I rub my wonder dabo on his lips because setenya menim neger ayawkem.  Gen I am tired of doing this setenya beche, I mean I know he loves it because when he wakes up he is always rubbing his lips like he is licking mar off and saying the keeps having the best dreams about eating vanilla ice cream each time we sleep together.  Gen Teddiye, ere I am tired of zis lame game.  I mean I want him to eat vanilla ice cream wonder dabo ice cream cake cake cake cake when he is awake not only when he is sleeping.  Men laderg yene geta? –Mimi, Houston, Texas

BC: Mejemerya, email me nefse, we can discuss this “dilemna” in futher detail, lanche beye new eko.  Huletenya I will be in Houston fifth ward mobbing in 2 months, eski lets meet at the Hilton to discuss further in detail.  When I open z door wearing a bib though, don’t get scared eshi, I ummmmarrrah…always wear bibs while typing on www.browncondor.com.  Lastly, listen fuck it, this beating around the  bushes is as lame as your lame ass boyfriend.  Seme, dump that nigga, take your ass to the airport, fly to DC, and you will never have to worry about sleep megeb, you might as well change your name to Mimi Buffett ene ga setehonye hode:: Trust me, you will come to DC with cake cake cake cake you will leave with just duket duket duket duket after I squeeze every drop of wetet from your ice cream.  I’m sorry eko, how z hell do you want me to react, I am a man eko, my name is not Kenny Kedida Dickhead, when a woman confides in me about shit like this I am trying to take meto gena advantage, I am sure Kenny would have gave you great advice eko, wey gud…oh wow you said your BF was from Tennesse…Kenny is from Tennessee….SMH…now it makes perfect sense.  Mimiye, leave that dickhead alone, the reason that he is not into wonder dabo is because he is into long shenkora, trust me the ice cream he is talking about is not yours.  Anyway sweetheart, email me kefelegsh, my email is info@browncondor.com.  Kenny…ummm hi boo boo ;) lol

Q: Aselam Alekum wendem Teddisho, so sema, do you know where I live in Saudi Arabia, the number of car accidents is one one hundredth of that in the United States per capita, the number of fatal car crashes is a fraction of that in the United States per capita, there is never rush hour, and men live to be 88 years old and the rate of heart attacks here is almost minimal, know why Teddiye? –Ahmed, Saudi Arabia

BC: I know exactly why wendem! It is because women are banned from driving! Sigh, I am meto gena jealous! This is not fair, ere can we please follow Saudi Arabia’s lead on this one.  I don’t know how many more times I can take being stuck behind a woman driver in DC, especially Habesha women drivers.  How many times can I say Klax klax eko…my hands stay blowing more horns that Nitro Ethiopian blows his own horns.  #Yasazenal

Q: Ante doma! Why do you keep calling Ethiopian women “yene big foreheadiye” I have you know my forehead is average if not smaller than average, stop with the madness nefse! –Fabteenastic Redwine, Addis Abeba, Ethiopia

BC: Ere Fabteenastic, mejemerya what z hell does your name mean, let me guess, it means Big Old Forehead in Italian aydel? Degmo, do you know why men in Addis keep calling you 1080p yene nefse, they are refereing to your forehead, it is the size of a flats screen TV and they can see your thoughts in 1080p HD because your head keeps projecting your thoughts all over Bole eko:: Gen z good news is that I like sipping red wine *wink wink* Eski fut lebel ena lebla bewhala yene gebena foreheadiye::

[click to see Fabteenastic's page, degmo Fab why oh why are you wearing a size 20 hat? #CASECLOSED]

Q: What’s wrong if I wear my gabi and netsela outside? Beeg deel? Wey tigab. I am embarasser right? QOY.You ganna see what it mean. –Habesha Mazer aka @habeshamazer on twitter, Somewhere in Zis United States

BC:  Wey gud @habeshamazer, anche betam dereke nesh leka.  I told you, all you had to do was unblock me on  twitter and I would stop talking about you on Habesha Mailbag, gen you are stubborn as a Guragaye selling a beg.  Eshi, in zat case, let’s see…what is wrong with you wearing gabi and netela outside? Well z problem is that you are bottom heavy eko nefse, I told you about your Qit aydel, I mean really every time I see you, I feel like I am watching a giraffe dressed up in Habesha Kemis, I mean your neck is thin, your top is average, then BAM hippo bottom eko.  Ere tey tey, eski next time maybe wear sweat pants because it hides it all well.  Come on, stop embaraassing us Ethiopians, why do I have to explain each time I come to work “no no it was not a run away Giraffe on Duke St” to my co-workers. Ere, stop making me explain zis all z time eko, betam yedekmal.  Eshi nefse (ps this will get back to you in about 30 minutes yene medosha Qit)

Q: I sent out  a tweet with #IamEthiopianAndProud and then searched in twitter for that hash tag and only 10 people have done so thus far.  Then I searched under Habesha and this is what I found Teddisho:  1) Habesha girls in Toronto give madax for some Anjero @Faisal_j23 2) Habesha people have a lot of anger….it starts off with our moms, then trickles its way down…lol  @audifur 3) I hope I find my habesha husband on Twitter! Lol @MissHelu12 4) @Shikorina__ that @lems_14 is the only habesha without curly hair. I know bald bitches lmao!

Ere Teddiye, now I know why you go King Kong Teddy, what the fucky ducky, why are people not taking part in an awesome effort and instead tweeting bullshit shit? Hanna, Minnesota

BC: Sigh.  I wonder how many of you have sent a tweet using #IamEthiopianandProud instead of sending out tweets about drinking atmit and eating wonder dabo.  Sometimes I wonder why I am doing this eko::

Q:  Brown Condoriye, forget all z other bull kaka inventions that people keep talking about nefse, I have a meto gena DOPE one to use your words.  How about making tshirts with the following: 1)  TQE = Tinish Qoyiche Emetalew 2) KKT 3) Yene Big Foreheadiye  What do you think nefse,  I am going to sell the t-shirts at the ESFNA One soccer tournament in DC hode! Gelila, Washington DC

BC: Sigh! First of all, I came up with all those words, were you going to run it by me and split the money with me? You flippin doma leba! Secondly, I really don’t care, this is not the first idea that I have had someone “steal” from me, more power to you . But since you said you will be selling them at ESFNA None event, put it this way, let you print one fucking t-shirt with any of those words and I will sue your DV ass right back to Bole and get you packing out of the US with only one dabo kolo in your pockets.  Am I clear? Now if you say that you are going to sell them in Dallas for the REAL ESFNA event, well then nefse, you have my permission::

Q:  You know the saying, dont count your chicken before they hatch… for the Ethio pop, its Make sure the chicken have hatched and have started walking before you count them lol. damn Im funny today! – Makeda Debebe, New York NY

BC: *Cricket cricket* ummm Makeda Dedeb, I mean Debebe, that was about as funny as Al Amoudi doing sit ups eko::

Q:  I got kicked out of Twitter nebse.  I ran out of Kibe for my arthritic uterus, ena when I logged in to twitter, because my ledit was last week (I turned 28), Twitter asked me to verify my age.  Zen all z sudden red lights started going on as soon as I touched the key pad and is started blinking “Uterus Arthritic Alert”.  My twitter account has been disabled.  I am lonely eko, no bal, no boyfriend, and no no kibe and twitter.  Ere bakeh wendem, eski marry me nebse. Betty, Silver Spring, MD

BC: O_o we are getting close::

Q:  I have an invention idea Brown Condoriye.  It will be called a Munit Minute, basically it is a mix tape of erotic songs where you can play it and you can have sex in a Munit, what do you think yene jena, can you play it LIVE on BC Radio and dedicate 10 Munits a day to my Munit Minute Musika? –Munit Mesfin, Addis Abeba, Ethiopia

BC: We are getting closer::

Q:  Ante woyane, after 30 minutes of trying I finally found a way around my conunbdrum! So fuck you, I am now using my toes to jerk off, sure it is meto gena uncomfortable, but you would be surprised how much toes feel like ems eko.  No mre MTS for me, I have my eger ems.  So keep your pity and your laughter, as you say, choke on your chortle nigga, I am now pleasing myself  bitch! Oh…ummm…wendem, can I borrow $20 for Nivea lotion ebaken? –Nitro Ethiopians aka Ye Ethiopia Wewe on FB but really @MelesZenawi, London, England but really the “White House” in Addis

BC: Yuppers, zese are my readers eko!

If you liked this article, please post it on your wall and encourage others to send in questions. The Habesha Mailbag’s most vital component is the questions provided by the readers.  As you see, my responses are better the longer and detailed the questions.  I mean, don’t go writing a book, just make sure it is approximately a paragraph and it gives a good insight into the situation, and if you want, make sure you apply some humor to it eshi::

If you want to submit questions going forward, please send them to info@browncondor.com with subject header “Habesha Mailbag”.  Do me a favor, tweet about this on twitter right now, tweet the link to this article and use #HabeshaMailbag and encourage others to read this joint. Who knows, maybe one day #HabeshaMailbag could be a trending topic—yeah I know I have an audacious mind.  Also, make sure you post this on your Facebook wall—all about the Hebret.  OK, time for a break, hope you enjoyed.  Have a great weekend, catch you next week on Habesha  Mailbag 11.0, I wonder if Kenny Dickhead is still sipping his Atmit.  Oh also, please don’t forget to tweet #IamEthiopianandProud …eski let’s make it trend eko::  Anyway, Esger Estelene sewoch!

FEATURE EVENTS

[click to RSVP as we honor our pearl Bezawork Asfaw at Bati Restaurant & Lounge on Thursday, April 5th at 9PM sharp]

This week, the theme is Bezawork Asfaw 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 April 5th, we will dedicate the whole 2 and a half hours to honoring the life and accomplishments of our pearl Bezawork.

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[click to hear and see Bezawork]

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::

[click to see pictures from last week's Brown Condor Open Mic Poetry night honoring Mahmoud Ahmed, make sure to come out to Bati Lounge every Thurdsay at 9:00 PM EST (not BOLE time eko) and enjoy poetry, musika, DOPE megeb, DOPE wine and DOPE company eshi]

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[click to RSVP to Tuna Tuna Tuna Kitfo Kitfo Kitfo Night at Portico in DC]

This Wednesday, come over to Portico Lounge located at 1914 9th St NW DC to have some Brown Condor Tuna Kitfo that will have you singing a TUNA—errrr Tune of Selam and Peace. Ere this is no joke, if you are Tsoming, mejemerya, don’t tell anyone except God, secondly, come over to Portico and have some of Chef Teddy Fikre arif Tuna Kitfo that will transport you back to Bole eko.

Ena sewoch, come over on Wednesday eshi. Peace ~Chef Teddy Fikre

[click to RSVP to National Eskista Day part II in DC]

The second coming of #NationalEskistaDay. First one was a FLOP because of eclectic habeshas with no electricity to spare…this one will be METO GENA Electric…miss it and you will the ONE shocked this time around eko::

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Asama ena Work

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I know these words will be used against me when some new asshole comes at me and ends up in a graveyard, but my aim is aspirational and my journey based on inspiration::

by Teddy Fikre  written: Sunday, April 1st, 2012 the year of our Lord::

I am a flawed man who is learning to polish my own flaws.  I am an imperfect man who is seeking the perfection of my lord and savior Esgyaber.  I am a prodigal son who is seeking the favor of Eysus.  I am a man who lost his father who is seeking the love of other people while I should be loving myself first.  I am at the end of a day a lost man who is seeking redemption as I go around throwing my pearls in the midst of pigs.  I learned this lesson over and over again as I waged wars on innocent women and men who have done little to offend me and in return I sought to conquer their souls and destroy their hearts.  

I have learned through my King Kong Teddy ways that there is no redemption is war—there is no love in hate.  These lessons I have learned through continuous shots of Yohannes Aramaji and in between tokes of Marlboro Ultra lights.  It seems that we exist in this universe to be our own worst enemies; being human ain’t easy, this is why most of us seek the potion of self-medication by the names of alcohol, weed, Prozac, Zoloft, Xanax and countless other drugs that induces us to forget painful memories.  This is the reason that Whitney Houston died alone in a bathroom tub; she drowned away her painful past by drowning herself in water and cocaine laced waters.  

So it is time for me to tell you a story of my own redemption.  I once started a war on two women who did nothing more to me than to call me out for my own bullshit.  But it is hard for me to accept condemnation from folks who don’t know me.  I feel judged and ridiculed when people I do not know dress me down in public—especially when my only sin was to offer them a gursha and I get in return the hottest dose of mimita blown in my iris.  It is at the exact moment that my eyes—burning with mitmita rage—turns red and my iris turns into a fireball and I get to focusing all my God given talents into savaging these folks to the core and putting them on the first page of Google.

But as I said, there is no redemption in putting people on the first page of Google because in the end the very same words that I use to ravage and savage these “trolls” turns me into a troll.  When one casts his pearls in the midst of pigs, those pearls turn into the feces of swine and a son of God transforms into an asama’s ass.  This is the reason that my phone has been blowing up, my friends and family recognize that I am talented yet I am wasting my talent by continuously waging Jihad on people like Munit Mesfin, Elbie (@idjvenus on twitter) and Habesha chic.  Even though some of these women—in one shape or another—have injured me either implicitly or explicitly, I had no right or permission to turn into Lucifer and destroy their good names or their character because they did nothing more than highlight my flaws.

Thus I take this moment to once again apologize to these women, some of whom are mothers, and get down on my knees for the 100th time this month to seek redemption from these innocent victims.  Like I said before, I can’t take back my hurtful words and my vindictive nature will not allow me to delete the “Munit Minded” article until Munit Mesfin reaches out to me first—there is a limit to how graceful I am.  However, in between my vindictive nature there is place and a space where you can find a humble man.  It is times like these I wish I had autism, no seriously, people with autism are blessed—they don’t struggle with hate because they are the essence of pure love.  People with autism always smile because they are not cognizant of the existence of Lucifer.  I have a DOPE theory that Adam and Eve were autistic and that the apple cured their “autism”—I will expound upon this theory in the future eshi::

Let me end this with a private message texted to me by Habesha chic, who once waged a war so vicious on me that she got a congressman’s brother—Brian Moran—to defriend me on Facebook.  Oh by the way Brian Moran, you are welcome to be my friend once I become the next Congressman from the 8th district in Virginia by defeating your brother Jim Moran—meet Congressman King Kong Teddy Fikre eko::

Anyway, Habesha Chic and I are now dear friends (just as I am friends now with Elbie pictured to the left—Habesha chic shall remain anonymous) , and this is what she wrote to me that reduced me to tears this morning and thus induced me to write this article:

…just glad to hear kkt (no need to respect that tactic enough to write it all caps).. Maybe compromised me is  just  being wishful but  glad to hear ur ending ur jihad on others and it’s also time stop the jihad on yourself, u teddy are a good hearted man. it’s now time for you to go back  to real you… a humble, caring ,sharing man you are. please don’t prove me wrong! I have faith in you.  PS i once hated your existence then i learned (at least think) your true self who is a great man… i have no problem admitting i am wrong  but in this case i hope i never have to retract what i feel and confess about you at this very moment so yea please show the rest of the world what you have shown me and let people love You Ps You have your flaws as much as us we all do.” ~Habesha Chic

We gud Habesha chic, gude fella, men yeshalenal, you have exposed me as good person to the world, don’t you know that this world is a cruel cruel place for nice people, look at what we do to autistic children.  I became King Kong Teddy to protect my heart from assholes eko, now you have gone and shown people that I have a heart—now watch the Gibs come out of dark places to eat my heart like kitfo eko:: Gen you are right, it is time for me to not care about the Ebola infected hyenas and focus my light and energy to the kind people in our community.  When I do that—when I show my Estubdenk (true light) and stop being Munit Minded—maybe then people like Munit Mesfin, Wayna, and Elbie will love me.  

Love is earned not given for free, it is a commodity that is like coffee or gold, in order for me to gain the love of others I must first show people my value and worth.  I must stop throwing my pearls in the midst of pigs and hoping to get the following and praise of my community while sleeping in the feces of swine.

This is where I will give credit, Pigs and Pearls were Somali hijacked from my Fraternity Brother Robert Sinclair who harassed me for 2 hours last night and stayed on the phone with me so long that I ended up missing the performance of Bezawrok Asfaw at Bati Lounge.  Thank you broham for refusing to get off the damn phone for 2 hours, your “good advice” had me sleeping alone on the floor at Chez Teddy which at this moment looks like a pigsty.  Parenthetically and prophetically—Mr. Telephone man aka Bobby—bruh, I told you I would put your ass on 1st page of Google team..WHO EIGHT..my chicken! :) .

Damn, even now I am casting my pearls in the midst of pigs and hoping that people love me even though I am anxiety induced each time my doorbell is rung afraid that people will see my filthy condition.  Time for me to clean up Chez Teddy and in the process clean up my act and my soul. Time for me to act like a man instead of acting like a five year old child.  Time for me to retire King Kong Teddy and become the child of God instead.  I know these words will be used against me when some new asshole comes at me and ends up in a graveyard, but my aim is aspirational and my journey based on inspiration.  I am far from arriving at enlightenment nor am I close to being redeemed.  I am just seeking a redemption song from Munit Mesfin, Wayna, Habesha Chic, and countless other women whom I have savaged.  Once I value my work (how deep and poetic..value my work as in value my product and my gold…DEEP!) and stop throwing them in the midst of asamas maybe these women will thank me and accept me at their brother—time will tell whether my efforts will earn me a symphony of enmity or a melody of redemption.  Enayalen I guess::

Let me end this by quoting a man who I love and admire more than most, a man who forgave his persecutors even though his “peers” were beseeching him to persecute his tormentors and jailers.  Yet, he sough his inner God and extended a right hand of love and friendship to the very people who tortured him.  This man is the pearl of Africa while Africa sleeps with pigs like Meles Zenawi, this man is Nelson Mandela and his words and eloquence not too many can match:

“It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.”

I wish upon all of you reading this and in the future peace and love, let us all be Mandela and turn away from swine like Meles Zenawi.  Only when we as a people become pearls and stop eating and sleeping with pigs, only then will we as a people be redeemed and find peace and liberation from the thing called Habesha disease and become enlightened Ethiopians, Eritreans, Africans and humans world wide.  PEACE!

“Do not give what is holy to dogs, and do not throw pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.” ~Matthew 7:6

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I will be at Cameron Cafe located at 4911 Brenman Park Drive, Alexandria, VA 22304 (703) 212-8211 ‎ every Sunday from 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM starting today with my laptop and Bible in tow seeking redemption in between sips of the DOPEST Ethiopian coffee.  If you are in the area, please stop by and say Selam and share a cup of coffee with me and maybe exchange a few pearls of wisdom and we can teach each other some Biblical lessons.  We don’t need a church built out of gold, our church can be a humble coffee shop, after all God himself said “split a rock in three there you shall find me”.  So forget epic churches which are built with piggish intent, come over to Cameron Cafe and let’s have church the old fashion and intended way eko::

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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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Ethiopian Porn

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Are you ready to have your minds blow? This is the DOPEST Ethiopian Porn on the internet! What you see here will have you on cloud nine!

by Teddy “long dong” Fikre  written: Friday, March 30th, 2012

Welcome welcome horny white dudes and dudettes, waddup waddup desperate black boys and girls, kuch belew kuch belew disgusting Habesha wendoch ena setoch:: I know, you came here expecting to look at some Ethiopian porn, potentially to look at an Ethiopian queen get screwed by a white asshole or drool over two Ethiopian queens having intercourse with one another while you grab your Neiva lotion and jack off in the bathroom. Am I right? Of course I am right, this is what the internet has wrought onto our society; we are now all Godless masturbaters caught in an incubator of hopeless sin and iniquity.  We are now all pimps and whores who prostitute ourselves by means of Google while we throw our seeds into white socks and rub our G spots until we all come up with a genocidal plan to destroy the next generation of our children in between empty and stain ridden bed sheets.

Since you came here expecting explicit content, I will take the liberty to curse like a sailor and say shit like fuck and pussy since you clearly like that kind of shit right? Anyway, on to my dastardly plot to expose you bastards for the sick assholes you are. Parenthetically, I wonder if your wife knows you are in the bathroom “working on a proposal on your iMac” when really you are jerking your dick in the darkness.  I wonder if your husband knows you are in the bedroom using a dildo while you told him you are in going to bed early to pray on the bible. My God this thing called humanity; we hide from shame while doing some of the most shameful things aydel.  Right, a lot of people that are reading this are not Ethiopian so I shall make it a point to translate Amharic to English for these horny bastards going forward.

What I find very ironic is that it is the very same people who thump bibles and quotes verses and chapters about the abhorrent nature of gay sex or some other sin while the whole time they are the darkest forms of the devil themselves.  I mean really, you want to preach about homosexuals and the depravity of gay marriage when you are out cheating on your wife with a hooker or masturbating in bathroom stalls in the process? You really want to preach about straight while your dirty ass is as crooked as Newt Gingrich.  This is why I refuse to be a Republican, they are all assholes who preach the sermon of Satan while practicing the very same sins the inveigh against.  All you have to do is Google names like Mark Foley, Ted Haggard, Larry Craig, Bob Allen, and Glen Murphy Jr.—to name but a few—and you will see Republicans are fifthly wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing who have a herd of cow-towing tea party racist assholes following them to Lucifer’s abode.

So it is with Lucifer’s abode in mind that I welcome you on board to the Brown Condor jet and let me take you around the globe and show you the copious assholes like you who preach out of two sides of your mouth and speak with two Goddamn forked tongues.  Look down 2,000 feet below, you see the Blue Nile.  This country is called Ethiopia, it was here while most of the world was still crawling around and scribbling in caves.  In fact, while Europeans were calling caves home, we build a church in a cave in a place called Lalibela.  Ethiopia is the birth of Christianity; Ethiopia is the resting place of the Ark of the Covenant.  Prove it you say? What is it with you assholes with bibles; I thought faith is about having faith in those things which cannot be proven? I guess if you don’t believe me you can go on jerking off and believing that Jesus is white with long flowing hair even though Jesus was born in the Middle East where no white people resided and the folks there had skin the color of copper—right, just like Ethiopians do now.

Anyway, let me not get religious on you at this moment—let me disembark from my soapbox and embark on dismembering your members and membranes like I originally sought to accomplish.  So what pleasure do you derive by jerking off on a daily basis? Does it help you forget how shitty the world is? Does it help you forget some tragic and traumatic experience when you were a child? Is it that you were molested as a child so now you molest yourself or another innocent child as payback? To be honest, as I am destroying you with my left hand with my right hand I am hugging you because I know the ravages that child abuse and molestation can bring onto children—I had a close friend who was a victim of it and to this day she is still haunted by it.  I am not a counselor nor am I Doctor Phil—shit I have my own issues to deal with and let me not pretend that I have not stained the occasional white socks myself.  I am castigating you and pointing out the splinter in your eyes knowing Goddamn well that I have a plank in my eyes which I am trying to pluck out.  You see, this is the Christian thing to do, not to admonish people with morality but to rebuke your brothers and sisters while acknowledging your own flaws.  I wish Rick Santorum (his last name means something disgusting) would apply and then maybe I might vote for him.

Anyway, I am not going to spend the whole day on this topic.  I have accomplished my purpose; you now know that you are a masturbating asshole and that I too am an asshole.  I am not against the occasional jerk off from a random jerk off, but if this shit is consuming your life and you live and die for pornography, please get help because in time what is done in darkened bathrooms will be exposed in bright lit kitchen tables—and then your ass will really be fucked more than Janet Jackme when your wife leaves with half or your husband runs off with the secretary.  I am telling you people, this is the 21st century—a time of UNpatriotic Acts—who knows right at this moment the CIA and FBI might be watching you jerk off while jerking off themselves as they kill innocent children in Afghanistan.  I told you the world is full of assholes, from Bin Laden to Bob Allen from Karbul to Kansas the globe is populated with masturbating assholes.

But I know one place that you will not visit to masturbate and defecate on.  This place is the country of my birth, my enat (mother) named Ethiopia.  You can travel the world over but you will have to get through me to touch her legs let alone look at her magnificent body.  While assholes like Starbucks are raping Ethiopia and Africa for our resources, we hold our heads high and refuse to let you touch our women.  Have our coffee and our bananas because we don’t believe in HEBRET (unity) but all of us stand up with the might of Adwa to defend our women from foreign assholes.  Now you can finally stop complaining “why don’t Ethiopian women talk to us, it is because they know you want to rape them and see them only as Ethiopian porn.

The sad thing is that out of all the thousands of articles I have written, I guarantee you that this will be one that gets the most hits going forward, it will appear on the top list of all my article all caused by horny fucks Googling “Ethiopian Porn—sigh, humanity sucks balls!  Anyway, go on now to another website, you will not find Janet Jackme or Queen Dildo here, the only queen you will find is one by the name of Mariam (Mary), Tigist (patience), Emnet (belief), Meron (blessing), Tsegereda (red rose), Selamawit (peace), Munit, Wayna, Etsudbenk (true light) and hundreds of other beautiful names who signify and stand as a testimony to the blessings that God has bestowed onto us. 

Enough assholes, I am done with you, now go wash off your hands, hide the stained socks, put away the dildo in the cutout that you have in that bible and go seek some help.  You might find pornography in thousands of other pages on Google, but I bet you in a million years you will never be able to Google “Ethiopian porn” and find anything besides this article.  Peace!

“A widespread taste for pornography means that nature is alerting us to some threat of extinction.” ~J. G. Ballard

[despite my harsh words, if you made it this far, I apologize, I get upset at the world when I should hug you instead. Remember ALWAYS, you are fucking perfect]

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This week, the theme is Bezawork Asfaw 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 Bezawork.

[click to see Bezawork (lots of Gold) Asfaw]

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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Crazy

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Maybe I should heed the words of Officer Carlton and do as Ali used to before he became indifferent and offer people who despise me lollipops and expect nothing back::

by Teddy Fikre written: Thursday, March 29th, 2012

Yesterday I composed a melody of malady on a munit minded singer who had paid me with indifference for my kindness, today I shall weave a symphony of splendor based on an experience I had with an indifferent asshole cop, an enlightened Jamaican police officer and a loving Sudanese man while stranded on Memorial Bridge on the border of Virginia and Washington DC.  But before I get to composing, let me first introduce the bridge—how appropriate I recount a story of being stuck on a bridge—that will serve as the reoccurring theme of this epic concerto. 

Now as I tell you this story, you will see that my life is truly crazy.  I sway between sanity and lunacy, I salsa between blessings and curses all the while trying to keep my head up and smile.  You see, I woke up this morning in a trance induced by a dance I committed on the soul of Munit Mesfin the night before.  As I stated last night, it did not derive any pleasure in outing Munit for her malice—but in order for me to heal I had to injure her soul.  Thus, upon waking up, I felt a true sense of melancholy, I barely slept all night having nightmares of my mother crying in her nursing home and realizing that I committed a felony on the spirit of a mother by the name of Munit.  Alas, my regret is modulated, because I can never take back a word that I wrote and my vindictive essence will not let me delete that article until she reaches out to me first.

Thus I wake up in this poignant state and seek the solace of Marlboro menthol cigarettes and instant coffee—no longer able to afford 7-11 bunas—to sooth my distressed mind.  After inhaling my last breath and exhaling a gasp of sorrow into the air, I jump into the shower to tackle the day.  But first, let me check Facebook.  Sigh! Great, fucking shit, my Facebook account has been disabled for 30 days due to my Munit Minded article—it seems that this world is cosmic and phantasmal, there is always blow back for our petty antics.  Dismayed as I was, I had spared no time to cry crocodile tears and turn myself into the bullshitting 77% of African-Americans who cry alligator tears in Florida while wearing black hoodies not realizing that their vote could have prevented the “Stand Your Ground” law which could have kept Trayvon alive.  Thus I will say it over and over again, fuck George Zimmerman, it was 77% of black folk in Florida who assassinated Trayvon.

No time to get on my soapbox, besides my soapbox called Facebook has been disabled.  Accordingly, I prepare my lunch (sponsored by Rahel Fikre from whose house I pillaged a backpack full of food and instant coffee) and started to scavenger hunt for change at Chez Teddy.  Imagine that, me, a foot soldier of HOPE and CHANGE for Obama in 2008 now HOPING to find some CHANGE in the corners of my sofa.  This is my life; reduced to scrounging for change and eating Ramen noodles with mitmita and conning my way to getting free coffee from Sankofa, 7-11, and Habesha Restaurant.  I would cry if I did not realize that I was blessed with a magnificent smile and the ability to gain from perfect strangers empathy and sympathy. 

Having found $1.67 from various corners of my apartment, I head out to Sunoco to “fill my car up” and head out to Washington DC.  I insert a CD that Theodros Mitiku has personally given me at Bati Restaurant.  Cruising on 395 north—errr more like stuck in bumper to bumper traffic—nothing could be wrong with the world.  The windows were open, gentle spring wind flowing through my hair—err more like bald chinkila—I was somewhere between Venus and Mars on my way to Saturn.  Finally, I clear steer of the traffic by maneuvering in and out of 5 lanes while dumbasses were sitting in idle on the right lane—I don’t get the nature of sheep, why are you in the right lane when the left lane is clear eko?  Finally, I get on the Memorial Bridge; Theodros Mitiku is blowing his saxophone in my ear and tickling my soul with every cleft note.  It was a magical moment and I was David Copperfield’s assistant at that very munit. 

Then, all the sudden, the ground shifted below my feet, Saturn realigned and Mars disappeared while Venus withdrew from my iris.  My Altimaye started to wheeze and sneeze, she petered out almost halfway on the Memorial Bridge—my ass went from elated to depressed in one flash as my car grinded to a halt on the bridge to nowhere.  Fuck—I thought—what else could go wrong.  First no Facebook, then hoping for change, then conning my way into a free pack of cigs from 7-11; now all the sudden I found myself confounded as I was lost on my equivalent of the Pettus Bridge—all that was missing were biting dogs and asshole police officers spraying me with water hoses.  I know you are profoundly aghast by what you are reading; me an upper-class Ethiopian comparing myself to brave freedom fighters from the 50s and 60s who fought, bled and died so that I could get an MBA from Johns Hopkins.  Ere gud, this is not meant to minimize the pains of past martyrs, I am just recounting the pain I felt at that very moment. 

I get out of the car and survey my current situation.  I have no cell phone because I lost it partying with Mastewal Sebro 3 months ago.  I have no dollars because I spent it the night before on the cigarette pack I paid for before I got one for free today.  I am assed out like Kim Kardashian and I just knew I was about to be fucked like Janet Jackme.  Forty minutes transpired while I stood on my Pettus Bridge hoping to not spot a police officer and instead hoping to catch a sight of an Ethiopian or one of my fraternity brothers of Omega Psi Phi.  Thus, I stood outside of my car waiting and waiting, Ethiopian flag in one shoulder and my Que emblem on my chest.  Alas nothing came to pass until suddenly a jackass officer passed by.  How cosmic is this world, just two days ago I wrote about jackass officers who took part in the conspiracy of silence behind Trayvon Martin’s death.
I tense up as officer so and so pulls up.  He dismounts his horse better known these days as a motorcycle and asks me what was wrong.  I told him I ran out of gas to which he responded “well, you are having a shitty day eh?”  No shit Shitty McShitty—I felt like saying—but instead smiled and said yes officer (I refuse to act like a sold slave unless I am talking to an officer irrespective of his ethnicity).  He goes to “inspect” my car—nosy fucker—and then comes back and tells me that he would send a squad car and peels off.  Thanks for the HEBRET shitty officer, tell me again why I pay my taxes—is it so that I can subsidize your monthly Dunkin Donuts stipend?

There I was again alone on the bridge to nowhere—the story of my life; it seems that I am always walking on bridges to nowhere alone.  Forty more minutes pass by then another officer pulls up.  I tense up again as he made a U turn until he got out of the car.  Now normally I don’t differentiate between black or white cops—it is the blue that I fear the most.  But this brother was Vahe different, he had an accent.  He asked me “how are you doing brother” and then I realized that I was with my people. 

I told him my present circumstance, he asked me if I had money—I told him I had none.  He “berated” me for not having money and asked me why I was broke when it seems that I carry myself like I am not poor.  I told him what I do and he was impressed but asked me again why my ass was broke when I make so much.  I told him that I waste some on myself and that I have invested a lot more into my community.  At that moment he imparted wise words to me without judgment or derision. 

“My brother, you can’t take care of others until you take care of yourself first. Where is this community of yours that you invest in, why are they not here to fill up your gas when it seems that you have been filling up their gas tanks with hope for a long time.  The lord says that you cannot look out for others without tending to your basic needs first, you my brother need to look within before you seek to aid and assist others.”

This the sage words from a Jamaican police officer by the name of Officer Carlton who is a pastor by trade. There we were on our version of Pettus Bridge discussing God and our people and him telling me to love myself first and to learn to forgive others even if they don’t accept me.  Damn, these words hit my soul—not that a hundred people who love me don’t tell me the same thing—but it is somehow different when a perfect stranger who is not biased by emotion tells me the same thing that people who love tell me. He told me that he too used to be pissed off at the world when he used to live in Brooklyn because Jamaicans too are infected by assholes.  But he found peace and solace in the Bible and he told me through him he now finds peace even when assholes throw words of malice at him.  After talking for 30 minutes, he told me to get back inside my car and that he called a tow truck for me that would tow me to a safe spot.

At that very moment, it seems that God sent me another angel.  Right when I was about to get in my car, a cabbie pulls up next to my car and waves me over.  I go right over and to my elation I thought I was discovered by an Ethiopian jegna . I said Tadias and he says Salam Alekam! I asked him if he was Ethiopian and he tells me that he is Sudanese.  I tell him my plight and without me having to ask even once, he tells me to hop in and that he would take me to the nearest gas station.  I arranged with the enlightened Jamaican officer to watch my car while we go fetch a gallon of gas.  The officer takes down the cabbie’s phone number and name and tells us that we have about 20 minutes before the tow truck comes but that if I get towed he would tell the cabbie where my car was. 

The cabbie is named Ali Bashir, he has been in these United States for 10 years.  The cabbie and I get to talking about life and trails, about God and humanity.  He tells me he just had a 6 month old baby.  And then all the sudden we get to talking about our communities and the shit that we both experience.  He tells me that he used to be a kind soul—would even put lollipops in the backseat of his cab for his clients—only to be dissed and dismissed by asshole passengers who snubbed their collective noses at him because he was a blue collar cab driver.  I told him that my father was also a cab driver and we get to talking about how hard yet rewarding being a cab driver truly is.  It was then that we arrived at a DOPE epiphany; people are assholes because they only respect bullshit titles like Professor and Doctor.
I told him that my community is full of bullshit Doctors and Professors who earned their degrees from McDonald’s and 7-11.  We are stock full of wonderful people like Ali who work hard to the bone in order to feed their children, but because we are a cult of personalities, we only honor and respect people that have titles either in the front or back of their last names.  Go ahead, Google any Ethiopian related yearly award and you will see that it is chock full of asshole Doctors and Professors who walk around like nobility while the rest of the “unwashed masses” who toil in dark lit corners to feed their families never get the recognition and praise that is worthy of their cause.  It was then that I had another epiphany, I told him that I would hold a “Brown Condor Person of the Year” banquette in December and all of the nominees would be cabbies, waiters, and other blue collars like him—it’s about time we honor hard workers instead of hard dicks in our community. 

We arrive at the destination, he pulls out $20 and I fill up a gallon in a bucket—ey yo Obama, if gas goes up 50 more cents, I swear I will start an “Ethiopians for Romney” campaign.  As I was having this random King Kong vindictive thought, Officer Carlton calls Ali and tells him that the tow truck had arrived. I quickly jump back into the cab and right when my Altimaye was about to be towed for the fourth time this month, Ali delivers me to Pettus Bridge and saves me from another round of Dominion Towing Jihad tirades. 

Now here is where shit really gets cosmic and sublime. The nozzle from the gas dispenser would not work—it kept leaking from the side.  Thus what do I pull out—you will never guess in a thousand years! After rummaging for 2 minutes to find a card stock paper that I could fold into a funnel, lo and behold I find the “National Eskista Day” poster in the back of my car.  I pull it out, Ali turns it into a funnel and we use it to funnel gas into my car.  Some shit ain’t it, the very same shit that funneled $500 out of my pocket that has me eating Ramen noodles is now being used to funnel $5 worth of gas that I borrowed from Ali to fuel my Altimaye.  The shit goes full circle, I went from investing in my community with nothing to show for it into Ali investing into me with everything to gain from it.

I swear I am a living testament to the love and existence of God.  I can never say people don’t love me; where one asshole gnaws at my soul, a hundred perfect strangers keep dangling from heaven to give me HEBRET when I most need it.  I might go on and on harping about the lack of HEBRET in the HABESHA community, but it is there and it is given to me plenty like Bezawork but it is I that only looks at the instances where HEBRET is turned into TERBEH by perfect assholes. Today was a testimony that there are kind and decent people in the world the likes of Officer Carlton and Ali the Cabbie. 

Thank you Officer Carlton and Ali for blessing me with your essence; I hope and pray that your day is as bright as the day you have brightened for me. This is where I circle back around to Munit Mesfin, I am not yet ready to apologize for what I said was from the heart and I am not about to shed crocodile tears or make up bullshit eloquence to hide how truly pissed I am at you.  But you are not a munit mind, you were just a munit mind to me.  I know you do good works for other people because too many people love you and your soul for them to be fooled into thinking that you are Satan wearing an angel’s halo. 

The truth is, we are all assholes in our time, I too had and will continue to have a munit mind—I have displayed arrogance to those that loved me and dismissed people that cared for me with indifference.  The only difference is that I chose to blast you in the ether and put you on Front Street for your offense at my soul while ignoring the thousands of others who have done worse.  You just happened to cross Teddy Fikre Avenue on the wrong day and the wrong moment, for that I ran you over with a Semi truck and for it I injured your heart. 

Maybe what I should do is blast all 1,000 assholes that came before you who gnawed at my heart.  This might show that you are not the only one with a munit mind and while I am at it offer plenty of examples and cite instances of times where I too displayed munit judgment—like for example turning your beautiful name Munit into an adjective that is a pejorative.  Or maybe I should heed the words of Officer Carlton and do as Ali used to before he became indifferent and offer the people who despise me lollipops and expect nothing back but indifference for it.  This I will pray and weigh for the rest of the day, a lot to meditate on—I swear, this shit drives me CRAZY::

“There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.” ~Henry Miller

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FEATURE EVENT

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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.

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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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Teddy Fikre
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Ethiopian Disease

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The only way that death and disease will be eradicated from Africa is when we have visionary leaders like Nelson Mandela who care more about Africa than ensuring a legacy of tyranny::

by: Mimi Merhawit Tsehaye & Teddy Fikre (Fikre for Virginia) written: Monday, March 26th, 2012

The most pernicious facet of Ethiopia specifically and Africa generally is the ravages that various diseases like Malaria, Ebola, HIV/AIDS and other communicable and preventable diseases heaps onto innocent children, women and men throughout the continent. The heartbreaking aspect of this paradigm is that these maladies could be prevented and eradicated if Ethiopia and the rest of the countries in Africa invested more in health-care and less in AK47s and armaments they import from the United States, Russia, Israel, China, England and other dealers of death throughout the world.

Ethiopia spends more of its GDP on weapons than it does on healthcare, education, and social safety nets combined. This is an odious truth in developed countries like the United States where American spends roughly 24% of its GDP on “national defense”, but it is downright genocide for third world and fourth world countries like Ethiopia to follow that suit. The astonishing fact is that Ethiopia is one of the fastest developing undeveloped countries in the world—its growth rate is a jaw dropping 13%, not even China is growing with such mind bending speed.

Imagine the change in Ethiopia if 20% of that growth rate was set aside to care for the needy and the children who drink water from sewer systems running from the Addis Sheraton. Imagine the transformation of Addis if Meles Zenawi was more interested in eradicating death inducing diseases instead of picking fights with Eritrea over a barren land called Badme that is nothing but a wasteland. Instead, the two imps of Africa fight over Badme and spend billions of dollars in the process while sending able bodied men and women to disappear into the dirt while they sip buna in their golden palaces.

This is the plight of Africa, K’naan said it best in his song when he recounted the misery of being African in his song T.I.A (This is Africa). Here is a sample from his song:

I deliver what they need like milk crates
I learned from the deadly streets no regrets
And I wasn’t ever looking for street cred
But these streets bred me to be street safe

It’s no secret we know how to squeeze lead
But the Pre-set is not to have to squeeze it
Used to be at peace but now we using T-Shirts
And it reads RIP cause the peace dead
Oh how I wish rappers were the leaders of Africa instead of rapers being the voice of the people. Do you know that Hospitals, Banks, and Lottery buildings in Ethiopia all have neon lights? Why you ask? Hospitals are advertising where teenage girls can go get treatment for HIV/AIDs once they catch that deadly disease. Banks are advertising where the pimps of these children prostitutes can deposit their HIV inducing birrs. Lottery buildings are advertising where hopeful rapers of child prostitutes can play lottery hoping to win a couple of hundred birrs so that in return they could rape child prostitutes and burn them with HIV/AIDS. This whole thing is interconnected and it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it all.

None of this will change—HIV will never be eradicated, Malaria will stain lives and kill children, blood will be shed needlessly in a wasteland named Badme—as long as tyrants like Meles Zenawi are in power and empowered by the west with cheap AK47s and tanks. No thanks to the United States, more children die of AIDS in Ethiopia than graduate from colleges. This is genocide in slow motion yet no one cares or sheds crocodile tears because it is not a trending topic on twitter. We have become tweeted out zombies, our attention span lasts for only 140 characters then we move on to tweeting about Danon yogurt or the next sale at Wal-Mart.

What is needed to change this pernicious face of Ethiopia is for Western governments to attach strict requirements to any loans or grants they give to developing nations. For example, the IMF and World bank could stipulate that any loans that are given to Ethiopia come with the precondition that the Ethiopian government has to invest at least 40% of its GDP on education and healthcare. Countries that do business in Ethiopia could also stipulate that all investments are made possible with that very same precondition. The only way to change attitudes of African imp dictators is to attach conditions and strings to the purse. Only then would African dictators like Meles Zenawi do more than pay lip service to the millions of children who die throughout the continent on a yearly basis needlessly and helplessly.

But of course the United States will not do that, the IMF and World Bank could care less, and businesses will always turn a blind eye. It is not in the vested interest of these entities that nations in Africa invest in their people as long as they are able to pillage the countryside and steal our coffee beans, our bananas, our diamond, our gold, our oil and our natural resources while ignorant ignoramus tyrants continue to fight endless wars. The only way that death and disease will be eradicated from Africa is when we have visionary leaders like Nelson Mandela who care more about Africa than ensuring a legacy of tyranny.

When a visionary leader is the next prime-minister of Ethiopia, she will not start needless wars and instead seek peace. She will invest more in education and health care, and in return Ethiopia could become the next Japan of Africa and will be able to feed her own dying children instead of begging for rice from the skies from blacked out helicopters. Alas, this will not happen in my lifetime or that of my children, Ethiopia and Africa are a cursed people because we curse ourselves. Until we decide to make a difference and lift that cross of a curse from our hearts and minds, children will continue to die by the boatload while we sit up here in America shedding tears for Trayvon Martin. If only they looked back home they would realize that Tilahum Mekonnen is our Trayvon Martin and every day we kill Tilahun with our collective indifference and diffidence. T.I.A, this is Africa, the face of disease. Peace!

“A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa.” ~Mark Zuckerberg

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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::

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