Ethiopiques, Barbican, London (Rated 4/ 5 ) Reviewed by Nick Hasted Tuesday, 1 July 2008 Print Email Search Search Go Independent.co.uk Web Bookmark & Share Digg It del.icio.us Facebook Stumbleupon What are these? Change font size: A | A | A It seems unreal that the musicians on the magical Ethiopiques records are about to step onstage. Brought to the mainstream by the soundtrack of Jim Jarmusch's Broken Flowers, and a compilation that was last year's best album, Francis Falceto's ongoing archive series unveiled a lost world: the swinging Addis Ababa that bloomed in Emperor Haile Selassie's last years, before the 1974 Mengistu ****atorship snuffed it out. Products of a nation too proud to absorb much outside African influence, yet peculiarly open to Western sounds throughout the 20th century, this was sensual, sophisticated jazz and soul from a parallel dimension. Thirty years and more later, we await its makers. The crowd first have to swallow disappointment that Boston's Either/Orchestra are tonight's band, no Ethiopian ensemble left intact to play this music. But Mulatu Astatqe developed the sinuous "Ethio-jazz" riffs that snake through Broken Flowers in similar company in 1950s New York. A short, round-bellied old man now, he walks on to a hero's welcome. His seminal Ethiopian noir arrangements thrill where his vibraphone solos don't. He stays to modestly support diverse compatriots who have never shared a stage. Alemayehu Eshete has been a star at home since 1960, and looks it, with his James Brown pomade and high kicks. A besuited showman who flirts with ridicule, he has a hiccuping strut matched by his voice, swallowing and sighing, then low and chatty. On "Ambassel", he quavers intimately; on "Qotchegn Messassate", he croons and groans, cruises through notes, then cries and clutches at them. He is at once earthily sexual and avant-garde, an Ethiopian ghost of Elvis. On "Mekeyershin Salawq", he is a soul shouter, leading the band in fast, sharp dance music that could have conquered the world 40 years ago if a note had been heard outside Addis's hotel bars. He leaves slowly, milking the applause. Getatchew Mekurya blows his sax at the crowd he walks through, raising wild cheers. He is portly in a white shirt, robe with a Lion of Judah on its back and white-tufted crown representing a lion's mane, one part sophisticated jazzer to one of African tradition, and one of pure showbiz. His sultry shellela sax style, which he experimented with in 1952, parallels free jazz. He also recalls the Harlem jazz showmen that music lost to respectability. Mahmoud Ahmed is the one Ethiopian star who did not need Ethiopiques. Since his 1975 album Ere Mela Mela's 1986 European release, he has built a following crowned here by a 2005 Womad performance and a subsequent BBC World Music Award. Grey-haired in a red-sashed white robe, he is more serious than the others. His husky voice seems the weakest, at first. But then "Ere Mela Mela" starts to build, varied verse lines answered by a title phrase that swells with each repeated plea. It is a quietly majestic invocation. Having captured us by stealth, he then sweeps us on to our feet. The full house, sedate until now, are dancing right up to the balcony. By "Kulun Mankwalesh", he is hurling out reverberating notes with unleashed force. Bouncing on his feet, he brings us as close as he can to the heady atmosphere that gave birth to this music. Everyone returns for the encore, an ensemble never seen even in Ethiopia. As Eshete and Ahmed sing at each other, they are grinning. Astatqe looks on, his dreams of Ethio-jazz triumph at last coming true. The years these men have waited since their brutally crushed musical pomp, so long ago, must seem almost worth it. A historic night.

Ethiopiques, Barbican, London (Rated 4/ 5 ) Reviewed by Nick Hasted Tuesday, 1 July 2008 Print Email Search Search Go Independent.co.uk Web Bookmark & Share Digg It del.icio.us Facebook Stumbleupon What are these? Change font size: A | A | A It seems unreal that the musicians on the magical Ethiopiques records are about to step onstage. Brought to the mainstream by the soundtrack of Jim Jarmusch's Broken Flowers, and a compilation that was last year's best album, Francis Falceto's ongoing archive series unveiled a lost world: the swinging Addis Ababa that bloomed in Emperor Haile Selassie's last years, before the 1974 Mengistu ****atorship snuffed it out. Products of a nation too proud to absorb much outside African influence, yet peculiarly open to Western sounds throughout the 20th century, this was sensual, sophisticated jazz and soul from a parallel dimension. Thirty years and more later, we await its makers. The crowd first have to swallow disappointment that Boston's Either/Orchestra are tonight's band, no Ethiopian ensemble left intact to play this music. But Mulatu Astatqe developed the sinuous "Ethio-jazz" riffs that snake through Broken Flowers in similar company in 1950s New York. A short, round-bellied old man now, he walks on to a hero's welcome. His seminal Ethiopian noir arrangements thrill where his vibraphone solos don't. He stays to modestly support diverse compatriots who have never shared a stage. Alemayehu Eshete has been a star at home since 1960, and looks it, with his James Brown pomade and high kicks. A besuited showman who flirts with ridicule, he has a hiccuping strut matched by his voice, swallowing and sighing, then low and chatty. On "Ambassel", he quavers intimately; on "Qotchegn Messassate", he croons and groans, cruises through notes, then cries and clutches at them. He is at once earthily sexual and avant-garde, an Ethiopian ghost of Elvis. On "Mekeyershin Salawq", he is a soul shouter, leading the band in fast, sharp dance music that could have conquered the world 40 years ago if a note had been heard outside Addis's hotel bars. He leaves slowly, milking the applause. Getatchew Mekurya blows his sax at the crowd he walks through, raising wild cheers. He is portly in a white shirt, robe with a Lion of Judah on its back and white-tufted crown representing a lion's mane, one part sophisticated jazzer to one of African tradition, and one of pure showbiz. His sultry shellela sax style, which he experimented with in 1952, parallels free jazz. He also recalls the Harlem jazz showmen that music lost to respectability. Mahmoud Ahmed is the one Ethiopian star who did not need Ethiopiques. Since his 1975 album Ere Mela Mela's 1986 European release, he has built a following crowned here by a 2005 Womad performance and a subsequent BBC World Music Award. Grey-haired in a red-sashed white robe, he is more serious than the others. His husky voice seems the weakest, at first. But then "Ere Mela Mela" starts to build, varied verse lines answered by a title phrase that swells with each repeated plea. It is a quietly majestic invocation. Having captured us by stealth, he then sweeps us on to our feet. The full house, sedate until now, are dancing right up to the balcony. By "Kulun Mankwalesh", he is hurling out reverberating notes with unleashed force. Bouncing on his feet, he brings us as close as he can to the heady atmosphere that gave birth to this music. Everyone returns for the encore, an ensemble never seen even in Ethiopia. As Eshete and Ahmed sing at each other, they are grinning. Astatqe looks on, his dreams of Ethio-jazz triumph at last coming true. The years these men have waited since their brutally crushed musical pomp, so long ago, must seem almost worth it. A historic night.

I dont know if you guys are aware of a wonderful charity called Link Ethiopa it helps poor schools in the North of Ethiopia that are neglected that have hardley any funds distributed to them they dont even have proper books to teach the children. The British Charity was set up by a man named Chris who fell in love with Lalibelas wonderful history and capitvated by the beauty of Gondar. However he was shocked to see how poor the people live and how the shools were atrocious. He set up a charity kbnown as Gondar Link now know as Ethiopia Link to help raise funds to send books to the school. Please pay a visit to website belwo and see the work they actually do, now this charity is special as they dont go around claiming money but the porr remain hungry they actually send books yes knowledge to the schools around Ethiopia that lack educational recources. Please see the work they have done and lets all thank them and help them spread the word of their charity and get involved. Man it sucks that someone who is not Ethiopian goes and helps our own people. I love the fact this chaity encourages education as that is the key to get those poor children out of poverty in the future PLEASE VISIT THE WEBSITE BELOW! www.linkethiopia.org

Im sure you guys are fed up of the negative image of Ethiopia that the media constanly portrays, they seem to be stuck in 1983 with that dreadful famine that plagued Ethiopia. Well I found this website by made by an American photographer who visited Ethiopia according to hear out of 'curiosity' and discovered that we do actually have a wonderful landscapes from green lucious lands to valleys and a variety of different cultures. Visit her website: www.projectimageethiopia.org Heres what she stated on her website: In the summer of 2006 I left my home in Virginia to travel to Africa. First stop, Egypt; Land of the Ancient Pyramids and the famous Nile River. After spending a few weeks traveling around the country I stepped on a plane with my good friend and left Cairo flying south following the entire length of the Nile River and in to the country of Ethiopia. With only the words from books and conversations with Ethiopian friends back home I entered a land that is notoriously known for its famine and poverty. From the thriving nightlife in Addis, to the ancient religious landmarks in the north, to the colorful wildlife and tribes in the south, the Ethiopia I found was far different from what the average westerner imagines it to be. As a photographer I was in a kind of "wonderland". I wanted to capture everything and probably saw more of the country through the lens of my camera than I did with my naked eyes. Of all the many things I did see and experience while in Ethiopia, there was one thing that stood out the most; the people. Ethiopians are a diverse people, each region having different dialects and even languages, though one thing remains the same; they are all friendly and most of all they are proud of who they are. As a photographer, I felt it was my job to capture this unique culture with honesty and care. I came home with many stories and thousands of photographs to show my family and friends. After weeks of constantly talking about my trip I felt that I needed to do something more. In the fall of 2006 I began giving multimedia presentations for local community associations, universities and community centers. Since then, my mission to educate Americans has progressed rapidly and continues daily. Stemming from the overwhelming encouragement and support from Americans and Ethiopians alike, along with my passion to broaden the minds of westerners, Project Image Ethiopia was born. The project not only serves as a tool for cultural awareness and education, but it is also a celebration of a beautiful country that has been misrepresented for years. It is my great pleasure to introduce Project Image Ethiopia's website. Navigating through its pages will help you learn more about Project Image Ethiopia's future plans and its progression. Thank you for taking the time to visit Project Image Ethiopia.org! Emily Taylor Photographer/Founder

Chereka Wolde Mikeal's love poem for Kokeb Kokeb kokeb youre my star you are never to far cant you see youre better than a bar. waynaya waynay Kokeb where are you Ive been to the moon and back and I still didnt find you Kokeb Kokeb you are my shining star nobody can take your place your my kokeb I will sell my raybans and my 1970's leather jacket for you. I will trade my cream suit for a tuta I will be poor as long as I find you. I will give up my players life for you my dear cant you see how much I love you betam Kokeb. I have run up and down this country I have faced donkeys lions and cows and wild bush men but nothing will stop me from seeing you. If I cant find Kokeb I dont want anything not even a doughnut!

Sehi was making buna in her cute little hut her hut was high up in the mountains quite often she sees the birds flying past her window. It was a misty Saturday morning. She could hear the children playing outside and the old people moaning as usual. She was roasting the coffee. She liked the aroma of the coffee. till she heard a knock on her door. NOCK KNOCK Manew? said Sehi It was her neighbor Muna Hi girl how are you asked Muna? Im fine replied Sehi. they both went to Eyobs sisters wedding. OH my gosh that wedding was so good wasnt it said Sehi. I must say I enjoyed it very much replied Muna. I didnt know Eyob had such a pretty sister I didnt think good looks (KOONJINYA) runs in his family replied Muna with a smirk on her face. Well at least my husband has hair and is not melata like yours replied Sehi swiftly. Although Sehi couldn't stand Eyob she was not gonna let anyone disrespect he husband. Anchi, you take things too seriously besides my husband doesn't wear those sheep shoes that only geberay wear he actually owns a pair of Reebok's! So I have a distant cousin in woooch ager and she would by me all the trainers in the world when she comes for the mellinium, so I dont care. Atleast we have a bigger plot of land, we have 10 female cows and a 5 chickens you only have one goat and he doesnt even produce milk it just eats your cabbages. gurengya replied Muna. Muna was a mouthy pretty young girl in her teens. She had shoulder length her and her hair in the traditional plaits. Youre going to burn the buna! shouted Muna who stood up and removed the coffee in its metal pan. Just on time replied Sehi. So you are useful laughed Sehi. Sehi and Muna sat down on the stools barchuma's and Sehi served the coffee in a traditional jebena. ohh I like youre jebena where did you get it from? I bought it from the jewish family down the road look at the design isnt it so nice. I guess so replied Muna. I love you chelay said Sehi thanks, said Muna My grandmother bought it for me. The chelay had beads in the color of blue and white. Replied Sehi Sehi had a neckless made from shells, it suited her coffee colured skin. Show me what your cousin bought you asked Muna who was dying to know what new things she received. Oh nothing but an umbrella over there replied Sehi *****! yelled Muna after she took a sip of her coffee. Menow asked Sehi ayy tinish gebgaba nat said Muna Anchi menagabash? laughed Sehi Sehi didnt want to tell Muna because often things go missing as soon as she tell muna. Why dont you ask you're cousin to send you money? Im not a lemyan replied sehi, if she wants to give me she can I dont want to beg her IM too proud. oh so your too proud to beg is that it? your foolish said muna? no you are said Sehi, if I really need it I will ask Anyway I have to get back to the farm and look after the sheep Im sure those stupid sheep have wondered around the field, said Muna Ok bye replied Sehi Sehi picked up the cups and jebena and cleared the dining area. Sehi went back to the farm to help with the grazing of the cows. She had a name for every cow. She refused to mistreat animals. She could not stand t when people hit donkeys and cows she gets angry. People often have laughed at the way she stands up for them.

Yes Im back and I know you all missed me lets just say that Ive been very busy lately but i aint forgot you guys I got a new story called the HABESHA SIMPLE LIFE My name is Sehi Girma I live in the highlands, let me introduce you into my life and how I live it. I was born in a farm I am one of 10 children. My parents are farmers. I have had a very happy childhood even tho we are poor. My hapiness turned into misery when I married my husband. My parents forced me to marry a stupid man who is 10 years older than me he goes by the name of Eyob Ante Neh. hE IS VERY KIFU AND MEAN TO ME. LET me give you an example of my life. Day 1 I wake up and clean my godgo bet, quickly before the dedeb wakes up. I feed the chickens and pray that the mother hen mimi has layed at least 4 eggs, as Eyob shouts at me if the chicken lays only lays 2 eggs. He thinks its my fault if the hen lays two eggs or no eggs at like I control the chicken when to lay eggs or not. If I had it my way I wish I could tell the chicken to lay no eggs at all so that he gets no eggs in the mornings. ANCH SEHI KURSAY YET NEW ! IKIRTA geta I reply what would you like? eggs you silly woman shoust Eyob. Sehi gets the eggs ready and serves Eyob. Eyob is in his late twenties WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME hE yells' FETATA NESH ANCHI! ikirta syas sehi you are the worlds worst wife in the worlds worst wife replied Eyob, I should send you back to your parents you are useless! Sehi hated Eyob she could not wait till she gets a chance to leave him. just you wait till I get a chance she thought ANCHI SEHI! Where is my woha? Here it is replied Sehi

Saturday's was Ruth's favorite day of the week none other than the fact that she wakes up late then goes to her local hair dressers to get her nails done at her favorite hair salon Krispy's Hair Salon. Ruth got up put on her favorite Ice berg Jeans and her stripy red and black vest top. It was a warm day and she didn't want to wear something that would get in the way when she went to the hair salon. Ruth went to down the wooden stairs at her Parents Boston down town house. Her mother was making breakfast. Ruth grabbed a piece of toast from her mothers dish. Anchi bedem at beyem enday? No mama I better go to the salon before a long ass queu starts. ' So you want to spend you money again zwegrishin sitebsi.' Her mother stated giving her a sarcastic look. Oh mama stop it, I cant go to the party tonight with my picky hair? Ruth's little sister Hanna interrupted. Mama Ruths going to the party to see that boy she likes oh I forgot his name Danny!!! ahhaha 'Shut up you little rodent no Im not! yes you did, I heard you on the phone last night to Mimi, oohhh Mimi I really like danny hope he likes me too. Enough you guys I dont want to hear about danny or sammi or whatever they're name is okay lets eat our breakfast in peace and you guys better stop this talk before your father comes down the stairs. Ok bye mom, food smells good but I have to run. Bye little brat. Hanna stuck her tongue out at her elder sister. Ruth got in her toyota ralf 4 and started driving down the down town Jefferson's Blvd. Ruth was enjoying listening to Ciara's Promise, when her cell phone rang. It was her friend Becky, Hi Becky How are you asked Ruth? Im good replied honey, listen are you anywhere near Tina's at Evans Square? Yes babes' I beg you letrs have adrink I need to tell you something' said Becky. You didnt did you? asked Ruth Did what? asked Becky You know finally get laid said Ruth giggling. Oh hell no you sid said Becky. Alright Im on my way okay see you in about a few minutes. Ruth closed her cell phone. She parked her car near her favorite cafe Tina's. Ruth was a slim girl she had a nice caramel complexion and had curly long hair. She entered the cafe and Becky was sitting in the dinner chairs. Becky had her hair up in a ponytail with a fringe she looked like something out the 1950's complete with the venue and the juke box. Hey hun said Ruth looking good I must say, looking like you've been up to something. Sit your ass down Ruth you woulnt beleive what happened. Said Becky Girl Im all ears said Ruth drinking the milkshake Becky bought her. Well you know how me and Brook have been dating for like almost 8months yeah' hu hu;... said Ruth Well he asked me when do you wanna you now... ohh that yeah well what did you say get to the point anchi well it was so romantic we where just sitting on his porche and the wind was blowing my hair and there was this beautiful sunset like a pinky cloud. Ruth rolled her eyes enough with the detailed explanation do I look like Joan Collins get to the point' snapped Ruth. Yeah yeah, I'll get there replied Becky then she continued. The he had his hand on my head and was like baby you know I love you right and I hope you love me too and Im like hu hu' So babes when are we gonna do it. Im like do what babes tryna pretend. Hes like you know oh.. you didn't replied Ruth you are something. and then Im like oh that giggle..... Well you know Ive never done it before so when the times right I guess. And then he said the most sweetest thing ever and What said Ruth! He said Baby Im not with you just for sex I wanna be with you forever and ever until we die ooohh hes so sweet..... said Becky. Ruth pushed back her seat and pretended to vomit Ima be sick cant take this cheesiness. Becky found Ruth a bit immature she wondered why she never had a boyfriend so pretty but still acted like a child. Anyway dont you think Brook is so sweet asked Becky. Yeah I guess, but would you do it with him. I guess I love him, why not I think hes the one for me. replied Becky I dont know Brook seems like liar to me replied Ruth. Ruth dont you think your being too negative you cant think all guys are players and liars you have have to give someone a chance. replied Becky. I know Becky but I wanna lose my virginity too but I dont wanna get hurt you know. Said Ruth. I must be the oldest virgin in college. Why don't you save it till marriage like our parents generation, you might as well you've never had a boyfriend. Yeah but im curious, Becky I can have a boyfriend but I just get all shy. I don't know what to say or act i cant even imagine doing anything like that. Said Ruth Well you see Brook is different hes so sweet he really cares for me, said Becky. Youre lucky replied Ruth. I better go Becky I have to get my hair did' Ohh really, are you going out tonight asked Becky. Yeah just at the Sandstorm. Becky and Ruth left Tina's Cafe and Diners and bouth got in their cars and went seperate ways.

There were three good friends who go by the name of Almaz, Sara and Fefen. Now these women grew up together and got married round about the same time had kids round about the same time and moved houses near each other. They live in the suburbs in nice houses and they stay at home looking after their kids. While theyre husbands go to work. Theyere children are around the same age between 1-3 so they are in a difficult age to be left with the babysitter. Now living in the suburbs can be dry as hell the only exciting thing that happens to go by your house is a kid on a bike that hits a tree by accident. Oh and the milk man delivering the milk. So what do these bored housewife's get up to????????????? Well Almaz starts her day by saying goodbye to her husband she starts doing the daily chores. Almaz picks up the phone and dials Sara. ring ring ring........... A; hi Sara how are you today. S; im fine alamz how are you? A; Im not bad thanks, just making poppi breakfast. S; ok, my little sister cam over last night and did the hoover and plaited the kids hair Im so relieved . A; ohh arnt you so lucky to have a little sister to help you around enay izi agger zemed yelengem. S; ay I never even asked her to help around the house she just gets up and says ohh tetye men lagez? Almaz was trying to contain her jealousy she wished she had a little sister or cousin who came to visit her in her house. A; me and Danny went out to a bar last night, he wanted to take me out he said he missed the days when we used to always go out. S; Wow your so lucky I cant remember the last time my Dawit took me to the cinema? A; No you see Danny is good like that, he's very romantic he buys me flowers. S; WHAT! Thats not fair I only get flowers twice a year my birthday and Valentines day! A; giggle giggle :D S; have you heard about Fefen? A; no what happened? S; Oh they bought a second house A; really she never told me about this she kept that one quiet. How can they afford it its not like her husband is on a high wages? S; Who knows they probabley won the lottery how would you explain the fancy the car, bringing both mother in laws from addis to visit, buying a house all in a short space of a year? A; Fefen's child cant even speak yet If I was her I would worry about Micky, hes two and cant speak yet my poppi started speaking by one. S; Fezaza lijj new esu, I told her he needs to see a speech therapist I mean the only word he can say is mama and dada. What is that? Doesn't she knew in this country they screen children's intelligence even before they are born? A; my poppi can count from 1-10 and she can sing twinkly twinkly star S; Its twinkle twinkle little star anchi demo, I forget youre still a fara hahaha A; Zimbey anchi I dont know this countrys nursery rhymes, I only new agerbet style ones like abebaye. ........... to be continued

Part 4 Hirut was walking down Zang street and thinking about Fasil she was wondering would he ever think of her. She was going down a quoolkoolet when she saw a big red space ship parked near the kerb. Hiruts heart started beating fast. What could it be? she thought. What is it doing here. She said to herself. She became more and more intrigued by the space ship and started coming closer to it. she got closer and closer. The suddenly.... the door opened and big force that gleamed a flashing light sucked her into the space ship. Hirut had no time to think as it happened in a matter of seconds. Hirut was gone before you knew it and so was the big red flying saucer. Where has she gone you ask? Hirut has disappeared from planet earth everyone! VANISHED KAPUT HEDECH KEZI ALEM what are her friends gona say?, how about Taitu and Fasil how can she disappear without declaring her love for Fasil? It apeares to be a big mystery but you all have to find out some time when I finally finish the book and you go buy it hahahahhahahha nanannana

Part 4 Her taxi pulled up outside The Viper lounge, Hirut paid the driver and got out of the taxi. She was feeling rather anxious about entering the club, as she did not know what to expect. Im just going out like any other person she thought. Hirut entered the club that was guarded by two huge body guards who were both smiling at her. She went down the steep stairs that looked like it was leading her into some dark strange underworld. Hirut hang her coat and paid entrance money for the club. Hirut could hear the music pumping loud, it was Janet Jackson featuring Khia 'Im hot' Yeah Im hot thought Hirut tryna feel good about herself. As Hirut entered the door to the club area the first person she made eye contact with was Taitu. Taitu just stopped and gave her a hu? kinda look. Fasil was sitting next Taitu, he had one arm around her shoulders, he who was not yet aware of Hiruts appearance. This was short lived until Azeb yelled 'Hirut yene konjo metash enday? She run up to her and gave a her hug. Azeb quickly turned to see Taitu's facial expression. Taitu looked confused. Taitu came up to Hirut and asked her How comes you decided to come after you said no when I begged you all week to come? What does it matter Im hear now arnt I, I wanna jam with my girlie's said Hirut putting one arm on Taitu's shoulder and the other on Azeb. Azeb has light eyes and they seem to always light up like light bulbs whenever she got excited. Hi Fasil replied Hirut waving at him from where she was standing he was sitting on the setee with his friends. Fasil waved back smiling. Taitu, Hirut and Azeb went to the bar to get some drinks. Anchi I cant believe you will just turn up by yourself whats wrong with you replied Taitu te germyalesh? Taituye it was a last minute decision I came out because I wanted to see you guys, replied Hirut ordering her Gin and tonic. Look whos here replied Azeb, looking towards the exit. Oh great replied Taitu like we wanna see them. Naty and his friends Jermaine Brook and Yohanes turned up. Naty was the kind of abesha guy that had a problem , his problem was that he thinks he is too nice. If a girl said hello or excuse me which could imply your standing on my way get the f*** out my way he would think she was hitting on him. He is well known to talk about his ex girlfriends as conquests he would name and shame them add stories about what they did with him until they never go out in public again. Taitu hated him and he knew this and would try and annoy her, by insulting her boyfriend Fasil. Naty often refers to Fasil as 'under the thumb', whipped by his girl and a moign. Jermaine went to the same college as Naty they had been good friend since high school they were always together. Brook was also Naty's friend he was a good looking boy that was always silent, he never spoke he just followed the gang. Yohanes was also Naty's good friend, he was more laid back and was handsome. Naty and his friends went to the bar and approached Taitu and her friends. As usual Naty opened his big mouth and comented on Taitu's outfit. OHHHH looking good Taitu, you cannot be impressing your boyfriend it must be for me he said while he chuckled. 'Shut it Naty, why would anyone impress you, fool' Remarked Taitu. 'Now now Taitu your showing how much your really care for me by getting angry.' 'In your dreams I already have a man and you will never live up to him' She replied. Ma esu that setaset Fasil you must be joking he cant even fight.;' grimaced Naty You are such an unevolved prehistoric man Naty, you think you have have to prove your manhood by fighting like a gorilla. Remarked Taitu. Zembay anchi shull aff you need a real man to control that tongue of yours. ' oh sorry Naty did she get you there relied Azeb. anchi demo demet who asked you? replied Its a free country I can speak when I want to. 'Azeb we all know I what me and you got up last christmas.' replied Naty with a smirk on his face. 'Please remind me because I must have been so drunk to remember doing anything with you'. replied Azeb sarcastically. 'Well let me start, you put your hand on my lap, then you started kissing my neck and then you were all like oh babe please dont stop..... do you want me to continue? Naty you have such a good imagination, why don't you make good use of it and write a book about all the things you would like to do with a hot gyal like me'. replied Azeb. Hirut only had her mind on one thing, and it was Fasil she kept turning around to see where he was. The three girls went back to their tables and sat down at their table. Taitu sat next to Fasil, Fasil put his arm around her and was looking into her eyes engaging into some conversation. Hirut could not help but feel jealous. Taitu could see that Taitu was watching her and played along to it. Azeb sat next to Hirut 'Dont they look so cute together replied Azeb' I suppose replied Hirut'. That is real love right there no man can seperate that right there Azeb stated while sipping her cocktail. Or woman replied Hirut'. hmm a woman is different replied Azeb how? asked Hirut. A woman can separate a couple she has the power to convince a man anything even if he is in Mars and she is in Venus she still can have the power to change his feelings for the girl he is with. 'What are you talking about Azeb? Hirut asked. Hirut always wondered about Azebs's crazy ideas. Hirutiye you are much too innocent dont you know this world is a game there are the two sides the losers and the winners you have to decide where you belong? Im not saying you are either but you have to decide where you want to go, I know what side Im heading for and girl your coming with me. What sides that then asked Hirut well the Winner Hirut anchi dedeb. They both started giggling. They were interrupted by Jermayne and Yohanes who asked them to dance. The group were enjoying themselves. Taitu and Fasil were dancing with them. As usual Fasil had his eyes fixed on Taitu, Hirut was kind of disappointed that he did not pay her that much attention but she did notice he made a couple of galnces at her. Taitu started feeling tired and decided that she wanted to go home. Your leaving already replied Taitu' yeah Ive got a headache replied Hirut. oh just when the party is getting good replied Taitu. Ill walk with you to the door replied Azeb. Azeb walked Hirut to the door and waited until she got in her cab,'Remember what I said earlier ok Hirut! yelled Azeb. Hirut just thought ok, this girl is on another levels, she couldn't understand what she was trying to imply. Azeb was full of codes she thought to herself. Hirut was reflecting her night out she had a nice time but felt she did not get Fasil's attention as much as she wanted to. She remembered how nice Fasil looked in his baby blue sweater and his crew cut. She also remembered how close he was with Taitu all night, ufffff she thought to herself. Hirut got back to her apartment and got changed and went to sleep. She knew she was going to get a headache the next day after all that wine. she fell asleep slowly

Hello everyone welcome to Bizu's show today we have a special guest on the show. Yes He goes by the name ofChereka Wolde Mikail. Now this man has made habasha history by being the first east africa to fly to the man and come back in one piece. Ladies and Gentle man Id would like to welcome everybody to CHEREKA WOLDE MIKAIL! APPLAUSE APPLAUSE APPLAUSE. Bizu; Hello Chereka how are you doing this morning. C; Im fine thank you very much It iz pleasure to see you in real life instead of TV all ze time. B; why thank you Chereka, I hope I look better in real life? b; Now Id like to talk about your adventure on the moon and what you feel you have achieved in the last couple of years. First of all Id like to congratulate you for being the first abesha on the moon. Did you always want to go to the moon? C; well. as a little child it was my dream to fly to the moon, I was into space and I would sit on my roof and look up the sky. In hager bet there are plenty of shooting stars so I had a childhood fascination with Space. B; Now Micky 18 from LA a young astronautic student would like to ask you a question. C; Sure go ahead B; Now this isnt coming form me by the way, He would like to know did you ever get the chance to do the moon walker on the moon? C; hahahahhaa....I did do the moon walker on space however because of the air I went forward instead of backwards. B; hhaaaah... mayne not only are you the first habesha on the moon but your the first man to do the moon walker and actually do the real thing not Mickael sliding in some concert. c; If you say so hahahah B; I would like to ask you who named you Chereka C; My beloved grandmother B; why? c; Because she said when she saw me she thought my face was round like the moon. B; Oh yeah I see it now' Do you have any plans to live in the moon soon? C; yes I do since there are habasha's in every part of the world I think why not the moon as well however I think only as vacation places. The Moon Is the next place to invest its blowing up and I dont just mean meteorites. Ive got my house on the moon already. b; wow, just like the Jetsons. c; Kinda b; thanks for coming down its being a real pleasure talking to you oh and dont forget to fly me to the moon one day' C; I will most certainly, who knows you should even think about being the first Ethiopian amabassader for the moon. B; I will think about.