Our Side of the Story

I need some other instrument, than this darn keyboard and pen with 26+ keys. I want my arms to twist around whatever I write and feel. Something that screeches when I screech and something that strums when my heart strings strum, something to beat on when my soul bangs itself against the walls of my insides.

Pieces of my heart pt.2 take care of them🖤

Rebelling against the society ስልጣኔ የሚመስለው ትውልድ🤭 ማህበረሰባችን እጅግ ብዙ ሊቀረፉ የሚያሻቸው ችግሮች አሉበት...እሱን እልካድኩም! ቁጭ ብሎ እኚህን ችግሮች መዘርዘር ቀላል ነው...መፍትሄ ፍለጋው ላይ ነው ሲጋደም የነበረ ሁሉ የሚያንቀላፋው:: ለምሳሌ ባደግንበት ህዝብ ውስጥ ስለ ፆታዊ ግንኙነትም ሆነ ከዚህ ጋር ስለተያያዙ ነገሮች ማውራት ነውር ነው:: ነውር መሆኑ ስንት እክል እንደፈጠረ አዲስ አይደለም...right? Break the taboo በሚል so called ስልጡን አስተሳሰብ ግን ዛሬ ተነስቼ ስንት ትውልድ ያለፈበትን አስተሳሰብ ልቀይር ማለት ቂልነት ነው! If you would like to address these issues then do it the right away. እነዚህ ጎጂ ብለን የምናስባቸው አስተሳስቦች ምን ያህል ስር ሰደድ ናቸው? በምን ያህሉ ዘንድ ነው ተቀባይነት ያላቸው? አስተሳሰባቸውን እንቀይር ብንልስ እንዴት ሳንነቅፋቸው ማስተማር እንችላለን? "ውይ ይቺ ሀገር!" "ይሄ judgmental ህዝብ!" እያሉ ማንቋሸሽ አለማደግ ነው...ይቀረፉ የምንላቸውን ችግሮች በዕጥፍ ማሳደግም ጭምር::

I rarely dismiss people in the middle of a conversation, one of the reasons for these rare encounters is the “it could have been worse” logic. It’s not a covert truth that everyone is slapped with struggles to deal with every now and then. Now imagine telling someone they haven’t been through anything just because someone has it worse out there. Whatever they’re dealing with in that exact moment could be the limit of their threshold and THEIR WORST. Let people feel in their own pace, let them react to their tragedies in however way they choose to cope.

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Where is home?

By Dagmawi Demeke

Happy women’s day to the beautiful ladies out there. I wish for your days to not merely pass but to be filled with learning and unlearning the essence of your womanhood😊

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There it happens again, witnessing parents making their kids feel like an absolute failure. Genuinely, at this point I’m exhausted beyond belief. Talking about the basics of parenthood and being a child is a waste of time. Repeating the words I’ve said before, I’m no parent but I don’t need to be one to see how the parents are making the lives of their children miserable. There’s no essence to this rant, I’m just pissed. May the good lord protect us from making our children question their value.

She said she feared me and thought I hated her because of the way I always looked at her. She said I would shrivel up my forehead skin till an 11 was at the center of it. She said she had always imagined she had angered me in some way, and wondered if it was ever something she said, the way she wore or anything. I said "Woman! That's not what I do when I get angry. That is what happens to me when I'm confused. Confused about what to say and how to act every time I'm near you. I don't even move until you've walked out because I'm afraid I might fall or something." "When you come up and talk to me, I don't fall but yet my neurons get clumsy so they crash into each other in the hallways and fall, and then I can't speak, or my knees are twitching, or my back is itching. And when you touch me... I get swooned at first. Like actually and then I get swooned by guilt for having imagined anything more with you. I mean who am I, right?"

“I think about giving up a lot, to just stop trying.” “Surrender and losing control isn’t always as bad as they tell you it is, why don’t you then? Give up I mean” “Then what? What happens without the constant tension to do better? Or the hard work? Without the sweating blood and palpitations?” “Perhaps you get to wind down? And breathe?” “But I see that as giving liberty to my repressed self, which is a rampant route I’m not willing to take. So I won’t give up, not because I have this drive to become someone but because the idea of nothingness is daunting.”

“I don’t like relating the world to myself or stand in the line of labels chosen for me.” “I’ve noticed there’s this bubble of anonymity you live in. Hidden from the world and yourself. You do things how you want them done and attempt to carve the minds of others into processing the way you need them to.” “What are you implying exactly?” “Perhaps it’s not about your indifference to the world but your need to stay in control. Heap of your days were filled with people controlling how you act and feel, but now you get to live on your own and the first thing you do is chase control.”

Bout to bombard you guys with random pieces :)