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Gravity Unloaded

Stepping on thorns of sand
Breathless; for songs yet unsung
Ballads of untold sorrow; so bad
For that cursed land

Crippled memories rose; burning
For lives still floating
For the drowned and the freezing
With hearts broken; still bleeding



The Return Flight

The Return Flight


How long can this pain go on?

Uncle first and now dad’s gone

How much could you really take

Please don’t cry for father’s sake

You know he had no other choice

He always wanted to have a voice

His body, they say, was recovered from sea

Their boat caught fire and he tried to flee



Rip Angel

Rip Angel


Teapot Civilisation

It was the day the aroma and the taste of our homemade tea changed - forever.

Our mother (bless her) would wake up every morning to make tea for the whole family.  No one knew how but somehow, it was that tea that kept everything in order.  It was served three times a day and whenever a guest arrives. 

A damaged teapot that looked like it had gone through so many battles is still sitting somewhere.  If it is misplaced, it could easily trigger a civil war inside our home.  It is always there in the background, almost ignored, and yet never failed to provide the tea that held the home spirit together.



To be me

Try hers
My little sister’s
It was still on her body
Lampedusa 2011
The other one floated away all on its own
You don’t like that colour?
She didn’t either!
It was a present
From father
Asmara 2009






They Shine, On each day !

when declared war & hostility  sub-merges
trapped in the mind set of vengeance
compassion & care, things of the past
live for the moment, with the legacy of hate

when the world seems to give up on us
nothing is more comforting to witness
caring voices, knocking on every doors
the Elsas, The Selams & the Merons

the virtues of common good
carved on a stone & written in blood
their commitment on every occasion
unflinching support to the nation



Eritrea Unplugged: Dumera to Ras Kasar

Just a territory on a map
From Dumera to Ras Kasar
Unknown to the majority; a nation state
Lies idle beside a coastline; frozen in liquid state

Flanked by a landscape on the side; under extreme heat
Crossed by three seasons in a day
Still oblivious; to the outside world
Deeply immersed in its own; on blindfold

The people; like aliens in disguise
In scattered cultures and customs
Displaced within their land; spread across the globe
Identify themselves as Eritreans; under probe

Like dead souls crossing the sea
For an idea to die for eternity
Swallowing the young; the misguided
Crying alongside the living; the wretched



Eritrean Progress

The state he is in
If only; you can imagine

You might; can even try
The mirror; right in front
Will tell you why

You still think it was about you
Do you… now?



Change of State?

Eritrea is just a stage
a platform from here to there 
a land where no one knows
who is who and where

You can upstage a state anytime
without all that jazz
change the scenery
straight from frozen liquid to gas



Real for Real

And the menacing threats to skin me alive
That played in my head
In my solitary cell
Were also unreal
My mother’s prayers to the saints are always real
They won’t save me but may wipe her tears
This noose around my neck is real
You…who sit watching
Are you for real?



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ድምጺ መድረኽ - 15.04.2014

ድምጺ መድረኽ - 13 04 2014 (corrected)

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