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The Sin of the Rest of the Animals Which Were Not Chosen By Noah

May 7, 2011

By Henoke Yeshetlla

A few lines of thought drifted away from the blank pages facing me rectangularly , a miss- communication between my brain and my fingers tips, whose very task is to listen to the mind and engrave it on the Microsoft world; however, this are the questions that were engulfed my mind … do I need to compose about the states and conditions of my country; what need and purpose in life will it supplement if I add a few lines of thought over this seemingly endlessly non-ending misery imposed upon “my people”. I remembered Christ as I used to (the faith of the grain… and the tribally short sighted shrewd mountain facing us… and our gross inability to say on to it “move it damn”). I know that this is a moment of feeling, a state that my pain and my pen may clutter to make the dialectical sound; “Hey, do we need victory?, A question from my own self, from within sprouted out to take some space in my article… : do we need to chant the songs of freedom, do we need to wave our arms while following the soldiers who conquered the city and bring palm leaves as a sign of peace ( and I remembered Noah, and his ravel ….and the rest of his selected crew in-side his hand made ship.” How vigorous Noah can be…as vigorous as the sum of all the working force who erected The Pyramid, The Tower of the Babble, the Tajimahale , The Berlin-Wall and The China Castle … may be as thoughtful as the thought spent while one conceiving the idea of architecting The Chapel of Apollo or chiseling the Artemis or busting King David… … amazing!!!!. And entrapped by the poem from within…..of the creature inside the his ship and those who are flooded out-side; my mind said what a natural ride….

Though still unclear for me the bases of Noah’s choice…”

… and those who are consumed by the flood,
Unlucky they were; flooded…for death.
Or late they are; he untied its rope
and rafted away from the harbor…
seeing the village consumed by shower…
a pouring rain…a flashing thunder…
and a cyclone and a hurricane ….
The height of nature…nature’s cocaine
Pleaded guilty for the guilt they un-caused…
Sinful they are made all but one drowned.

What a strange cannibalism is it that the gain and control of one’s own people used as a means to exploit both the natural and the moral status of the people. But still tripping in thought, though I have a clear idea of what to write, I remained basking in the ambiance of vagueness. “But, you can still phrasing it! “ Sometimes words, so powerful they can be, they lose their powers as when compiled by when one’s states mind is totally taken by infinite way of depicting the feeling. Choice could be the cause for the birth of tragedy by allowing to sway in to the river of [@] But, I said…”I must have to decide and take the steps to engrave it….I must….it must come out of me to deliver all but my feeling”.

Then comes Noah again, and his selection strategy: was it as random as the theory of evolution or has he taken the history of the entire creature based on the social contract they made with the creator and all the did and the undone as per the agreement? It could be none of it, he might have done it to serve for the order, the most difficult commandment in the entirety of the history of the bible performed after Abraham and … as of my understanding… “Choose one creature from each gene pool…”hold on has he mentioned plant?…nope…since they will germinate back…no need!!!….and I will flood the rest?….got you!””: I think that is what we need in my country, choose one from each tribe and flood the rest, for they are all sinned some-how someway. Flood them, so that they will never come back with the idea of “my tribe” and ” my race” : trace them and grace them with the mountain of wave. The parallel comparison of my wish with that of Noah might work effectively, since a corrupt society, a society who are starving and seeing no hope of living tomorrow if, encompassed by fear, then flooding them as good a choice as it is living them in cascaded in their own fear, for they are corrupted by their own ignorance. But, what if what remains is what needs to be avoided and what has been avoided (“flooded”) should be what needs to be preserved: I think this Noahish way of selection will not serve my purpose. I must device a mechanism, which can work effectively and affectingly. So disabled to construct a though which can transcend the demand of the majority, I decided to sniff the pages of the history book if I can derive any hypothetical reasoning for the states of my mind as well as the un-states of it. Cover Page…Atse Tewodros by paulos KgnoKgno followed by the content and the introduction and acknowledgment….”I skipped it”. I looked at the portrait of king Twedros ( Bezbez Kasa ) and drifted back to his time and tried to picture the scene and his dauntless heart facing the Sebastopolo and the current gonderians, who are surrounded by the TPLF agazi and uttered no single word to avert it. Is history telling us the truth, or were there an extict gonderians who has been living in a land called Ethiopia, in the medivial times….? However they are not the only extict, the Gojames of the Belay Zeleke, the Oromos of the Aba-jefar , Geresu-Duke and Habtegiyorgis Denagede, the Showa’s of Minilik , the Welaytas of Kowa Tona….and etc. I said I do now need to reflect my comparison relative to the history of my country, because I do not even deserve to call myself as an Ethiopian as per the history of my patriotic fathers. Then what else, what have I left to create a moral resurrection in me? Flood? No! History? No!…Courage? Never sensed it. Then what? I am still roaming while looking for the reason for my strangeness in my own land. But this is my question, “IF I CAN BE MYSELF WITHOUT BEING AN OFFERING FOR TRUTH SHALL I EXSIT IN CORRECTNESS”.

4 Comments
  1. Aymro permalink

    Just to point out what I thought was a factual error. ‘Bezbez Kassa’ was actually an appellation attached to Atse Yohannes before he was crowned. The history books and popular literature used ‘Meyisaw Kassa’ , apparently also self referential, when referring to Atse Tewodros during his early career. Interestingly, both historical figures went by the name of Kassa before they assumed their throne names. This is what I can glean from the literature on the subject and is not intended to glorify one or demean the other.

    • hen permalink

      Thanks for the comment…I think there are more things to be cleaned per line and I personally am for getting the feed-back; in addition to that it is (as of me …) a draft; or I would say an-incomplete plot, which finally get itself on the web-page; and which is my fault: there is an @ sign and some prepostion are repeated and some where in the article ” not” is mi-spelled as “now” and a s abudding writer…or may be a germinating; I am liable to it…and I would ask to look for more errors so that I may learn from your critics.
      Henoke Yeshetlla.

  2. hen permalink

    Thanks for the comment…I think there are more things to be cleaned per line and I personally am for getting the feed-back; in addition to that… it is (as of me …) a draft; or I would say an-incomplete plot, which finally found itself on the web-page; and which is my fault: there is an @ sign in the article, intensionally placed by me so as to get reminded that some thing needs to be inserted and aslo a prepostion either repeated or mis-placed some where in the article; in addition to that ” now” is a typos for “not” and a s” abudding writer”; I am liable to it…and I would ask to look for more errors so that I may learn from your critics. However, my article doesn’t have the intension to reflect the nick-name as a form or a sign of glorification eventhough historically it means that.
    Henoke Yeshetlla.

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