Her tears fell. Softly at first, then profusely, like incessant rain. She wiped the edges of her eyes with her wrapper, sniffling all the while. The woman looked at her " I ka n'ebe akwa?" she asked. "I cho ka o fu gi o ge i di sikwa ka....." she spoke the words like she had phlegm lodging in her throat, then trailed off suddenly, looking into the sky, she clutched her red wrapper firmly to her bosom. She looked at the woman again and said in perfect English " He is not immune to tears" " Save them for when they are needed, they hold power". " He made me sad" she responded. The woman shrugged, then tightened the knot of her wrapper." E me si go m" handing her the brewed concoction she turned her back to the sobbing woman and left.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
...And She Was Ethiopian
Today, I sat thinking how singular she looked. Did she know?
She had a certain beauty about her, she wore black knee length suede boots, no heels, no buckles. Did she know?
Her dark blue jeans fit snugly, her black tee thrown on without a thought to synchronization, on her ears hung earrings, not glaring not dazzling, nothing spectacular, fading pieces of metal. Did she know?
Her hair was piled atop her head, i longed to feel its texture between my fingers, discover its magic...its essence. Did she know?
Sitting still, i feigned interest in the white haired man's talk while all the time i craned my neck and inspected still... Did she know?
I searched for high cheek bones, I found none, her cheeks were flat, hollow just like mine, so what was this thing that drew me..i was captivated...i looked on. Did she know?
My eyes went to her hair again, it wasn't wooly like mine, neither was it anything like the white haired man's, it was different, in its own league, i could tell it was long. Did she know?
I wanted to free it..free it from its woven prisons..emancipate it from its braided crown that ran into a thick dark bush. Did she know?
Just then she turned, i saw her eyes then..but it was but a millisecond, i couldn't decipher their color..they were beautiful, inlaid deep in their sockets..there was a certain beauty about them..and they say beauty lieth in the eyes of the beholder.
And She was an Ethiopian.
She had a certain beauty about her, she wore black knee length suede boots, no heels, no buckles. Did she know?
Her dark blue jeans fit snugly, her black tee thrown on without a thought to synchronization, on her ears hung earrings, not glaring not dazzling, nothing spectacular, fading pieces of metal. Did she know?
Her hair was piled atop her head, i longed to feel its texture between my fingers, discover its magic...its essence. Did she know?
Sitting still, i feigned interest in the white haired man's talk while all the time i craned my neck and inspected still... Did she know?
I searched for high cheek bones, I found none, her cheeks were flat, hollow just like mine, so what was this thing that drew me..i was captivated...i looked on. Did she know?
My eyes went to her hair again, it wasn't wooly like mine, neither was it anything like the white haired man's, it was different, in its own league, i could tell it was long. Did she know?
I wanted to free it..free it from its woven prisons..emancipate it from its braided crown that ran into a thick dark bush. Did she know?
Just then she turned, i saw her eyes then..but it was but a millisecond, i couldn't decipher their color..they were beautiful, inlaid deep in their sockets..there was a certain beauty about them..and they say beauty lieth in the eyes of the beholder.
And She was an Ethiopian.
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