Warning:
The following article has been rated "ANNOYING". Ethiopians are
strongly advised not to read it. But should you accidentally open it, if
you are Ethiopian that is, do not forget to close both eyes till you
are done reading it. By the way I do not in any way hate this country -
these are just the crazy observations I have made. I also observe crazy
stuff wherever I go, including my native Kenya. No comments allowed.
We always write or wish to see or write good stuff about our countries. We are usually left with goosebumps when we read electrifying facts about our beloved nations. But we often overlook reality sometimes. That is why I want to give you reality about a country with the most beautiful girls I have seen with my own eyes, and not from some live TV program.
Ethiopians are an amazing people. There are many reasons I can give to justify my statement. And just because you hear they are hospitable is not a reason to believe it. There is usually some reason behind their hospitality, not always. A sinister one, sometimes.
What makes them curious is for instance when they are on the bus. They hate it when you open the windows. Basically every Ethiopian is usually half baked from traveling inside buses with all the windows closed tight. They will usually get so angry with you if you open a window on a bus, or van, or whatever. This, plus the fact that they rarely shower - at least twice a week - and that Ethiopia is a tropical country with the hottest spot on earth, is a reason to make them a most peculiar species. Before you think of marketing convertibles here, do think twice. They hate the cold from the wind; probably from water too! They are beautiful but ... I was shocked when my landlady complained that I was taking a shower every day. I thought she probably wanted me to take them more often, like twice a day. Then it dawned on me and I shouted Eureka! Ethiopians in general do not see the need to take showers daily. Twice a week is showing off!!!
Another peculiarity is that though it has been said that they have been making clothes with cotton for many centuries, even before the arrival of the White Man in the "Dark Continent", they have never appreciated the handkerchief. Don't be shocked if you see a real professor, with several PhDs hovering above his educated head, blowing his nose on the pavement as he heads to class and waits until he gets to the threshold to wipe his soiled fingers on the deaf doorpost. I was annoyed with disbelief, if that is even possible, when I went to a baker's to get myself some warm loaf of bread. The girl at the counter was so beautiful that for a moment I was dazed. I couldn't say a word! Then she touched me on my shoulder and said, "Dena derk" which I think means "good morning" or something of the sort. When I came back to my senses I noticed that she had a runny nose. Instead of reaching for some hanky or tissues, she just wiped her nose just like a baby would: you know, with her fingers and then to her dress, and proceeded to fetch me a warm loaf of bread. Did I forget to say they they don't use tongs and that bread here is rarely wrapped??!! I headed home after paying and gave that loaf to my landlady's dog Jack. I heard he died after some time when I left but definitely it wouldn't have been the bread. It was some bees that attacked him. Poor Jack.
One other thing is that they assume that all foreign whites speak English, and that all Africans who somehow resemble them speak Amharic. Sometimes I have been forced to tell my whole life story, even my deepest of secrets, to justify why I don't speak Amharic. (By the way I am learning it 'vigorously'). "I think one of your parents must have been Ethiopian. You can't be Kenyan." That's what they tell me. (When I think about that statement I think it might be true. After all my family says I am bastard and no one knows my father.) To go back to our story, Ethiopians think if you are dark skinned and huge (and sometimes ugly) you are African; if you are of a fair complexion (and always beautiful) you are Ethiopian. I fall in the second category, although what makes them doubt my Ethiopianity is my kinky hair. As for the whites, no matter where they are from, they always speak English to them no matter from which country they may be from. Should they respond that they don't speak English, the average Ethiopian is left filled with awe!
You might have noticed from the above paragraph that I seem to mean that Ethiopia is not in Africa but this is what they think. The kids innocently ask me, "You say you don't speak Amharic. But you look like an Ethiopian. If you are not Ethiopian, what are you? African?" I think Social Studies teachers here don't work hard enough to tell these kids that Ethiopia is in the heart, not exactly but near the dexter shoulder of Africa! I am not usually amazed when I go to some place and they whisper that I am African and some even have the audacity to call me "Africa" and all the countries they know in Africa. Sometimes I'm "Nigeria" all the way to "Uganda"! I just smile at their ignorance and also because I love Africa.
Although there are so many peculiarities, I would like to end with the one about disrespect for traffic rules on both the drivers' and the pedestrian's sides. Drivers comfortably cut you out even when they know that they are going to pull over a few meters ahead. They lack just the patience and courtesy to wait. Other vans that are used as PSVs just stop in the road to collect or drop passengers even when there is ample space on the side of the road. It's not until you honk that they will think of pulling over to the side of the road. If driving it's always safer to keep like a hundred and forty meters behind any vehicle, double the accepted average. On the pedestrian side, they care for no traffic lights, zebra crossings and all. It shouldn't amaze you to see an Ethiopian crossing right in the middle of an intersection, totally disregarding FOUR square zebra crossings! And they will be mad at a driver who honks at them!!
A thing I should not forget to say, lest I seem biased, is that most of these observations were made in a city called Nazareth, and other cities, except Addis Ababa. There seems to be different people there, not the ordinary Ethiopians. So this article is not in any way meant reflect all Ethiopians in general but the few I have been lucky enough to encounter.
I still love you, my Ethiopia!!
We always write or wish to see or write good stuff about our countries. We are usually left with goosebumps when we read electrifying facts about our beloved nations. But we often overlook reality sometimes. That is why I want to give you reality about a country with the most beautiful girls I have seen with my own eyes, and not from some live TV program.
Ethiopians are an amazing people. There are many reasons I can give to justify my statement. And just because you hear they are hospitable is not a reason to believe it. There is usually some reason behind their hospitality, not always. A sinister one, sometimes.
What makes them curious is for instance when they are on the bus. They hate it when you open the windows. Basically every Ethiopian is usually half baked from traveling inside buses with all the windows closed tight. They will usually get so angry with you if you open a window on a bus, or van, or whatever. This, plus the fact that they rarely shower - at least twice a week - and that Ethiopia is a tropical country with the hottest spot on earth, is a reason to make them a most peculiar species. Before you think of marketing convertibles here, do think twice. They hate the cold from the wind; probably from water too! They are beautiful but ... I was shocked when my landlady complained that I was taking a shower every day. I thought she probably wanted me to take them more often, like twice a day. Then it dawned on me and I shouted Eureka! Ethiopians in general do not see the need to take showers daily. Twice a week is showing off!!!
Another peculiarity is that though it has been said that they have been making clothes with cotton for many centuries, even before the arrival of the White Man in the "Dark Continent", they have never appreciated the handkerchief. Don't be shocked if you see a real professor, with several PhDs hovering above his educated head, blowing his nose on the pavement as he heads to class and waits until he gets to the threshold to wipe his soiled fingers on the deaf doorpost. I was annoyed with disbelief, if that is even possible, when I went to a baker's to get myself some warm loaf of bread. The girl at the counter was so beautiful that for a moment I was dazed. I couldn't say a word! Then she touched me on my shoulder and said, "Dena derk" which I think means "good morning" or something of the sort. When I came back to my senses I noticed that she had a runny nose. Instead of reaching for some hanky or tissues, she just wiped her nose just like a baby would: you know, with her fingers and then to her dress, and proceeded to fetch me a warm loaf of bread. Did I forget to say they they don't use tongs and that bread here is rarely wrapped??!! I headed home after paying and gave that loaf to my landlady's dog Jack. I heard he died after some time when I left but definitely it wouldn't have been the bread. It was some bees that attacked him. Poor Jack.
One other thing is that they assume that all foreign whites speak English, and that all Africans who somehow resemble them speak Amharic. Sometimes I have been forced to tell my whole life story, even my deepest of secrets, to justify why I don't speak Amharic. (By the way I am learning it 'vigorously'). "I think one of your parents must have been Ethiopian. You can't be Kenyan." That's what they tell me. (When I think about that statement I think it might be true. After all my family says I am bastard and no one knows my father.) To go back to our story, Ethiopians think if you are dark skinned and huge (and sometimes ugly) you are African; if you are of a fair complexion (and always beautiful) you are Ethiopian. I fall in the second category, although what makes them doubt my Ethiopianity is my kinky hair. As for the whites, no matter where they are from, they always speak English to them no matter from which country they may be from. Should they respond that they don't speak English, the average Ethiopian is left filled with awe!
You might have noticed from the above paragraph that I seem to mean that Ethiopia is not in Africa but this is what they think. The kids innocently ask me, "You say you don't speak Amharic. But you look like an Ethiopian. If you are not Ethiopian, what are you? African?" I think Social Studies teachers here don't work hard enough to tell these kids that Ethiopia is in the heart, not exactly but near the dexter shoulder of Africa! I am not usually amazed when I go to some place and they whisper that I am African and some even have the audacity to call me "Africa" and all the countries they know in Africa. Sometimes I'm "Nigeria" all the way to "Uganda"! I just smile at their ignorance and also because I love Africa.
Although there are so many peculiarities, I would like to end with the one about disrespect for traffic rules on both the drivers' and the pedestrian's sides. Drivers comfortably cut you out even when they know that they are going to pull over a few meters ahead. They lack just the patience and courtesy to wait. Other vans that are used as PSVs just stop in the road to collect or drop passengers even when there is ample space on the side of the road. It's not until you honk that they will think of pulling over to the side of the road. If driving it's always safer to keep like a hundred and forty meters behind any vehicle, double the accepted average. On the pedestrian side, they care for no traffic lights, zebra crossings and all. It shouldn't amaze you to see an Ethiopian crossing right in the middle of an intersection, totally disregarding FOUR square zebra crossings! And they will be mad at a driver who honks at them!!
A thing I should not forget to say, lest I seem biased, is that most of these observations were made in a city called Nazareth, and other cities, except Addis Ababa. There seems to be different people there, not the ordinary Ethiopians. So this article is not in any way meant reflect all Ethiopians in general but the few I have been lucky enough to encounter.
I still love you, my Ethiopia!!
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