I've never been more alive
According to Ethiopian mythology the major cause of Hiccups is when you are being mentioned in your absence. it’s not my on my agenda to disprove some thing that’s been tested over generations but I would like to think I am exceptional. Otherwise my hiccups would have left me incapacitated.
It wasn’t so much a retirement from bloggin’. the times I stay quite correspond with increased brain activity. Since our return to the “normal” life, my brain has been going a mile a second. Work is at full throttle and unsettle calmness is at its peak; so is the ridiculousness of our government. Around the time I left they were busy throwing feasts to their drones to congratulate them for their triumph over unarmed civilians
I spent most of the silent times away from the hustle-and-bustle of Addis life. My location changed like PM Mele’s definition of democracy. I was all over the remote south with brief appearances to Arba-Minch and Awassa. I completely managed to detach my self from the happenings of the planet. Mind you this is the first time I went on an extended trip after the banning of the free press and government media as you know gives me a condition yet to be named. On one hand I did it on purpose to think with out any obstructions and to check if the world still revolved with out my knowing the ongoing miseries.
Ever since I took up my political musings, my barrage of blogs come during times of turbulence. Besides the massive dose of hype (the good kind) during those periods, work is either closed or my usual field absentia is replaced with staring in to the cyber world from the window of my lap top. Most of all, there is something tangible about those moments.
At the height of the mayhem in Addis, I replied to an email from a concerned friend using the words “I have never been more alive”. My take on life in
The good news - EPRDF is enacting the classic skit of self destruction, just pull out your lawn chairs and enjoy the show.