The channel's name says it all. By Hannah Tsehay Contact: @hannah_thinksbot More of Hannah? Blogger at https://blog.lolinemag.com/blogger/Hannah%20Tsehay/ Loline online magaz website: https://lolinemag.com Telegram: @loline_mag
ማንኛውም አይነት መፅሐፍ ያላችሁና መለገስ የምትፈልጉ ፥ እነ @yohans0 ፥ ይህንን እያገኙ ላልነበሩ የዋግምራ አካባቢ ተማሪዎች ፥ ቤተ-መፅሐፍት ሊከፍቱ አስበዋልና አናግሩት። ያላችሁበት ድረስ መጥቶ ፥ ከምስጋና ጋር ይቀበላችኋል።
Читать полностью…Saturday is leftover Friday 😊
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Sunset @Gefersa Reservoir
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I am a grain of sand;
An eternal promise.
A foreshadow in the universe.
I am my brother’s keeper,
His punching bag when he is tired,
I am my sister’s entertainment late at night;
My twin’s other half,
At my best,
I am the smile on my mother’s face.
I am social justice and liberation,
I am the melanin that flows from the farms,
The green that feeds the world.
The word that saved a life,
I am the birth of a new nation,
Of new hope,
The star to end all wars;
At my best I change the world.
I am the messenger they forget to shoot,
Love’s flawed imitation,
Music played off key,
Awkward hugs of support,
Silence in solidarity.
I am the soldier’s worth,
My father’s pride,
At my best,
I am a worthy heir of my ancestors’ dream.
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I am the devil’s pawn.
Killer of laughter,
My brother’s murderer,
A waste of labor,
A shadow of civilization,
At my worst,
I eviscerate everything I touch.
I am Moses’ stutter;
Abraham’s doubt,
Gideon’s fear.
I am a cautionary tale,
A miscalculation in the universe;
An anomaly undeserved of life,
A trader of love,
A barterer of faith and virtue,
At my worst I kiss Christ on a Thursday.
I am fear.
I am cowardice.
I am the comfortable caterpillar.
I am greed; I am eternal hunger.
I am extortion personified.
I am potential unbothered.
I am peace undisturbed.
I am a soldier in a spa.
I am a father to doppelgängers;
I perform genocide on a generation.
At my worst,
I live in certainty in wonder of possibilities.
At my worst,
I write poems under a money tree.
At my worst,
I live in a closet full of clothes digging for warmth.
At my worst,
I drown in the nile thirsty.
At my worst,
I laugh without a smile.
At my worst,
I live unburnt.
At my worst,
I gain the world with its applause.
At my worst,
I live life in pink.
At my worst,
At my very worst,
I am my mother’s face in blue.
-Multitude
@MenAce7
Hello, my Friday-ers! 😊🖤✌🏾Here’s some background for today’s poem:'Something Blue'
The "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" rhyme dates back to 19th-century England and remains a cherished wedding tradition. Each item is believed to bring good luck to the bride and her marriage. Something old signifies continuity with the past, while something new embodies optimism for the future. Something borrowed from a happily married friend or relative is thought to transfer their good fortune. Finally, the color blue symbolizes love, purity, and fidelity.
Enjoy the poem!
ከሄኖክ በቀለ «ይናፍቀኛል» የግጥም ስብስብ መጽሐፍ ላይ በግሌ እጅግ የምወድለትን «መዝሙረ ሄኖክ» የተሰኘ ግጥሙን በዚህ መልኩ አንብቤዋለሁ። ተጋበዙ!
Читать полностью…#Unpopular_opinion
Sometimes I think it is not fair to ask people to love you for who you truly are when you barely can stand yourself
It is just another poetic sounding crap
Change for the better, don't burden your loved ones.
It is an absolute selfishness to expect your people to see past your past
when all you do is going back wallowing in mud like a pig after being bathed or like a dog returning to its vomit
(I hear your ewwww)
Ain't nobody perfect but there is no glory in choosing to stay broken, confused, wrapped in your biggest mistakes, your regrets glueing you to the floor
Get it together
Pick yourself up
Ain't no amount of human love gonna fix you
If you are in love with your 'brokenness' and 'darkness'
Let us be real
This is just another shallow pathologic trend calling for menders with "saviour complex", and we all know how that ends
Man up(or Woman up😁), mend yourself, live unapologetically
you are your own most consistent responsibility
And always remain grounded in this realisation
that gravity can even sometimes take vacation
Ha
I am just saying,
Do the hard work and make it easy on the people who care for you truly
@as_hannah_thinks
[ ለእግዜሩ ]
#Aka_myLifeline_and_Saftey_net
Part of adulting is learning a lot doesn't make sense,
You are told to connect the dots relentlessly,
And a line would unveil itself,
The road would appear as you walk on it,
They say it would be worth it.
I don't believe them,
But even if my years are spent doddling connecting points that don't align,
I rest assured in having You as my unwavering Lifeline
I wake before dawn like a diligent fisherman,
Casting my net on the lucky side of the lake,
Hoping to catch a fish or two for the day,
But I always bring my Safety net,
A place to sleep comfortably in an empty stomach if things don't go my way.
I choose to fly high,
Stitching my broken wings as I flop them in the air,
Building the plane as I fly it.
I can almost hear the Wright Brothers screaming...
'You are doing it wrong sister, you are doing it wrong.'
Haha.
They telling me to 'listen to the inner voices,'
But my soul whispers are deafening,
My intuition is a misdirection.
If I follow my inner compass,
I'd be heading right into an abyss.
My heart needs guidance,
A lot doesn't make sense,
And 'You got it all inside of you' is a big part of the nonsense.
I don't lose hope,
I will try, with all my might,
To connect the dots, to learn the art,
To aim for the bigger fish,
To live past one's wish.
But even if at the end of the day it doesn't make sense,
I've got my Lifeline and my Safety net.
@as_hannah_thinks
"You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead."
Читать полностью…[On the road to Emmaus]
To finally figure out that you are not as smart as you thought you were is heart-wrenching.
Discovering that you are not as close as you believed to be is soul-sore-ing
All your prized collection of pearls are just rocks and pebbles on display.
The unbreakable bond you thought you had gets shattered like a fragile pot made of clay.
Your cherished home is just another house.
Thinking you're a self-made champ, but the Matrix has always been the real boss.
The pills you have been taking were mere placebos.
All your profits you thought you made were just another loss.
You realize life has nutmegged you countless times,
Like Lionel Messi in his prime,
that at this point, you don't get mad;
you just laugh it off and keep walking down the road...
down the road to Emmaus.
Engaging in any friendly conversations with random strangers,
inviting them to stay for coffee and dinner,
hoping to finally meet the one who could break this curse,
waiting for it all to make sense.
I am waiting on YOU
On the road to Emmaus.
@as_hannah_thinks
[💧Confessions from under the water💧]
Now is the time I share a strange truth about myself:
I am half-human and half-fish,
And no, a mermaid is not typing this.
I am selFish, and I swim in a swirling pool of ignorance,
Channeling everything towards my direction
As if I am a living Bermuda.
A black hole looms within me,
And if I percuss on my soul, I bet it will echo with emptiness
Lord, have mercy on me.
Take this fish out of the water, and it shall live.
@as_hannah_thinks
[The tale of two zeros]
We came to this world with nothing,
we started from zero...[0]
And when the time comes for us to leave this world behind,
We leave with nothing,
that is another zero...[0]
So whatever we call life is a dance between these two zeros
I have a question,
Why does the symbol for infinity looks a lot like two zeros performing duet ballet?
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♾
Also on a very unrelated question column,
I miss you.
Well, that was more of a statement than a question
But I was thinking of those little infinite moments
@as_hannah_thinks
#Repost
Today's piece is somewhere between #unpopular_opinions edition and an actual poem
Good Sunday
😊🖤✌️
Today, we are talking about ያቆብ(or ያ - ኮፍያ if you wish )😁
መልካም ምሽት
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[At Peace]
She auditions her hopes and triages her fears,
saying, "I've got to get a grip on me,
held in check by reality."
She tries to hold onto this life tightly,
but just when she thinks her grasp is firm,
it slips through her fingers
like a handful of water... spilling.
And right when she feels like giving up,
she notices a tiny green plant blooming beneath her hands,
nurtured by the dripping water in silence.
Accidental hope strikes;
she gives God the credit.
She is no master of dart or arrow games,
but somehow, she has become the Queen of long shots.
Hey, royalty is here!
She has stopped wrestling with her insecurities daily.
Instead, she has appointed around the clock guards for them,
keeping her insecurities secure.
This is how she has made peace with her shortcomings;
this is how she pursues her far-goings.
@as_hannah_thinks
[Leveled]
Yes, I have noticed that I have stopped going out of my way for you.
I don't even wait for you on my way anymore.
I just walk down my lane at my own pace
and hope for our paths to briefly catch up every now and then.
No, I don't hate you now;
I just love you less.
And even when I love you less,
you still remain the one I love most.
So here is #onefortheShadows.
And here is #onefortheEchoes.
@as_hannah_thinks
[Some Times]
Some blues can't be fixed with strong espressos.
Some anxieties in your tummy linger, even after comfort food and warm milk.
Some glooms can't just be switched back by having days off.
You may take a good nap,
only to wake up to your doom
standing by your nightstand, waiting impatiently for reunion.
Some soul fatigues don’t relent to a change of scenery,
or retreating to nature for solitude.
Your loved ones’ heartfelt presence,
may not be enough to keep you standing tall.
Even after fervent prayers,
you may still feel weak in the knees.
Some sadness is like that.
Some grief is just that adamant.
Some emptiness is that stubborn.
Sometimes, moments unfold like this, an unsettling afternoon that endures.
Some stretch into days, weeks, maybe months, maybe years.
Some sometimes are just not 'some' of the times.
They don’t yield to time’s mercy,
to faith, to loved ones' embrace,
or your best self.
And it is okay.
This is life.
We are all foot soldiers in this battle.
You are not the only one;
you are not alone.
@as_hannah_thinks
[New Day, Old Me]
Something thrilling happened today,
But you weren't the first I thought to share it with.
Strange.
In fact, no one came to mind at all—
Just like it used to be,
Before our paths intertwined.
It feels odd,
Almost wrong,
But chill; I haven't yet decided if I like it.
@as_hannah_thinks
[🔵]Something Blue[ 🔵]
Like flagbearers raising their homelands' flags at the Olympic opening,
So do I observe strangers from afar, their flags waving.
Minimizing surprises, taking careful heed,
Just gauging the vibes before taking a blind stride.
Different people, yet not so different in their flags—
Many reds... a few greens
And then I saw you waving a blue one.
Well, that was unusual.
Not a red flag for warnings,
Nor a green flag that cheers,
But a blue flag—
Blue like the wide sky, embracing and free,
Blue like the ocean, deep as can be,
Blue like calmness, unhurried,
Blue like gentle, endearing.
I saw you with the blue flag,
And in that moment, I knew you were my homeland,
So on the day we stand at the altar,
I will be that "something old,"
The woman who has waited for you for as long as that long.
And together, we will be that "something new."
Our days ahead will be the "something borrowed,"
And you already know what the "something blue" is gonna be—
@as_hannah_thinks
[In defence of dullness]
I am not great at sports
Not good at video games
I don't even enjoy the group games like "The truth or Dare"
I rather focus on just following the Truth and daring to live, one day at a time
It is safe to say I am a legally boring person
But I am pretty sure I hold one of the top scores in the chrome Dino game,
You know, the pixilated T-rex that appears when your network vexes
The one featuring little Dino jumping over cacti and dodging flying birds
Yeah, that is my favorite game
I am telling you, I don't ask for much
Here is a little Dino, finding its way back home
Leaping over one cactus at a time
And trying over and over again
Even when it all looks lame
@as_hannah_thinks
[Unsent Letters]
In a world where transformation and personal growth are applauded, where metamorphosis is nature's call
I remained a comfortable caterpillar by choice.
It still puzzles me when I get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of you.
I am too old for this.
It sometimes feels like I overstayed my welcome in your life
And now the rent check is piling up.
But if I leave, I am gonna be homeless.
What kind of a fool makes a home out of a rental house?
And at what age exactly does one stop being a fool?
Wait, didn't I just say I was too old for this?
Also, how old is too old?
I wish I could "unlearn" a lot of things in life,
but sadly, they don't have a school for that.
You once said, "As flying is the most imaginative 'freedomest' thing to a man, so could a humble walk be to a bird."
You bug me.
I think I owe you a proper poem.
@as_hannah_thinks
A friend of mine asked me why I have not been posting on 'As Hannah Thinks', and I was like that is because Hannah hasn't been doing much of thinking lately 😁
Back with #unpopular_opinions edition
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Thank you for choosing to stay
Saturday is leftover of Friday
መልካም ቀን
There goes [ ለእግዜሩ ]
Good listen! Couldn't agree more.
https://youtu.be/_EH_-lFWYzY?si=7Wq8qNNKuft097Bc
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Thank you for being here and for choosing to stay.
'On the road to Emmaus' marking this mile stone
መልካም ምሽት
#humbled
😊🖤🙏
I am just gonna sneak here neatly and share this
Also, please give this album a listen and thank me later
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJ2XAwF3U9_oAURq17MZ6vii74jIiVg6U&si=x26nUeqa76NxZO0e
#Nostalgic_red_and_blue
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[Faith, Hope, love *Repeat]
ቢመሽም ደግሞ ባይነጋም
If bad and worse mix well in your life like a perfect amalgam
አላዛር እንደ ሞተ ቢቀር
Even if it doesn't get better
ማታ ለቅሶ ሁኖ ጠዋትም ለቅሶ ቢሆን
If you see the best of your years far in a rear view mirror
ተራራው ከፊቴ እንደሰም ባይቀልጥም
Not only you have to climb the mountain but there comes a bigger mountain after it
ጫካው ባይገለጥ ሸለቆ ባይሞላ
ተስፋ በኖ ጠፍቶ እምነትም ቢላላ
If uncertainties are camping full time in your brain like they are on a permanent retreat
Even if you have to train yourself to sleep to the lullaby of your own heartbeat
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I know one thing remains above all
Love
And these shall all be well with my soul
@as_hannah_thinks
[🕰Peniel🕰]
Imagine fleeing from the home you were born and raised
after manipulating your old father on his death bed and doing your twin brother wrong
Imagine going far away to an utterly foreign country
Imagine to be played upon by your uncle multiple times who also happens to be your employer
Imagine serving fourteen years all for a wife
Imagine serving six more years to actually claim the wage you deserved
And through all this, imagine finding love
Imagine fathering kids, imagine keeping the faith
And imagine the heart of your uncle ,whom you have worked for two decades, turn against you at last
Imagine fleeing from him in fear of losing all that you have slaved for for 20 years
Imagine dreading the day you finally meet your long-lost brother as you go back to the homeland
Imagine your life being a constant journey from one battle to the next,
Imagine having to wrestle all your life like some freaking WWE wrestler.
And at last, imagine wrestling with God Himself
like you haven't done your share of fighting yet
Imagine surviving
And even better, Imagine overcoming
Imagine getting your hip dislocated instead of being presented with a championship belt
Imagine wrenching a hip for a price tag of a changed name
And when it is all said and done ,
It is the break of dawn and the sun is rising
You want to rest so bad
But you have to go,
And you have to go limping
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Had I been Jacob, I know I would have slept before continuing my journey.
Not only slept but definitely overslept
And rightfully so
Oh Jacob!
This is what I was thinking this morning snoozing off my alarm for the third time since dawn
And unlike Jacob,I haven't been fighting all night long.
@as_hannah_thinks
[🫂Uግer🫂]
Sometimes...(by that I mean always)
I am the "Me" in my "Meh",
Indifferent to the world around me
Unimpressed by the person I have become
And you,
You are the "Hug" in my "ሀገር"
A constant arm around my shoulder
My place right around the corner
A country without border
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ሀገር ማለት ሰውም አይደል?
You are the Uግ in my Uግer
@as_hannah_thinks
#Repost