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.

Good morning :)

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😊

By Dagmawi Demeke

Not literature Saturdays but Where is home?

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.

I be acting all tough until this song comes up.

Happy Sunday🤗

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::

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

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.

As uncomfortable as this is to read almost most women have experienced this, myself included.

I’ve had the unfortunate chances of being catcalled numerous times, in different cities. It gets more disgusting and terrifying every time.

“What was she wearing? It must have showed some skin to get him riled up.” Every assault I’ve heard of has literally nothing to do with her clothes but the animalistic behavior of satisfying his needs with no sense of humanity or whatsoever.

“What was she doing outside at that hour?” Imagine being scared to work late or go out early because of a potential assault?
And mentally preparing yourself how you’d escape or defend yourself if a man comes at you with force.

“She must have gave him an attitude.” There’s this problem of accepting rejection most abusers have, taking a “No” as a form of defeat and reacting in the name of defending his pride. I’ve had to face this same circumstance a few days ago.

“ስልክሽን ስጪኝ" he blocks my way and steps closer, I back away and mentally think of what I would have to do if he gets physical.

“አልሰጥህም" I try to walk past him but he doesn’t budge, even more crowding my space and trying to convince me.

“ለመተዋወቅ እኮ ነው ማማ" I don’t say a word still trying to move away. After he said so many uncomfortable things that I won’t put here he backed away with “አስቀያሚ"

Think of how disturbing it is to start one’s day like this only to have it end with the same encounter at night. I was walking home, around 7:30 pm when this guy sneaks up behind me out of nowhere and tries to make a conversation. I don’t indulge in the conversation except for a few hmms and eshis here an there.
He takes out his phone

“እና ቁጥርሽን አትፅፊያትም"

"አይ"

"ለምን? የፈጣሪ ፍቃድ ይሆናል እኮ"

"ምኑ?"

"መገናኘታችን ነዋ! ወይ ባል እሆናለሁ ወይ ወንድም እሆናለሁ"

Not responding I walk faster into the route that takes to my house, he comes up front and blocks my way. It’s pitch dark and I couldn’t see any passerby’s. The only weapon I had on me was my umbrella and as a man he’s far stronger than me. Prayer was my only choice.

“ስጪኝ እና ደስ ብሎኝ ልሂድ ባርች በማርያም እ? እስኪ ደስ እንዲለኝ ብለሽ" I almost caved in and gave him so he’d leave me alone and I’d make it home in one piece. But I declined, he begged more. I still declined and he left. As soon as he backed away my instinct was to check behind me, if he’s following me or not.

This is what every woman experiences at least once a day. The world is a scary place, assaults and victims are downplayed.

A final note; please learn how to defend yourself.

Also try to have someone walk you out if you’re going out early or pick you up if you’re staying late. And by late I mean past 12:00 local time.

One thing that’s absolutely frustrating about understanding mental illness and advocating for mental health is seeing grown ups struggle with it and not being able to do anything about it.

They think they’re just having random responses to the difficulties of life but the symptoms are there.

It pains me that I know how they can be given help but don’t know how to approach them or bring the issue into attention.

"አይደክምም?"

"ምኑ?"

"ዛሬን መኖር ለነገ ደግሞ ማቀድ...ነገ ሲደርስ ደግሞ መልሶ መኖር:: በመኖር መሃል አለመኖር ቢኖር ጥሩ ነበር...ትንሽ ብናርፍ...ትንሽ ባናስብ...ትንሽ ባንተነፍስ"