Sunday, October 13, 2013


I love when I'm out doing errands and a random person attempts to guess my ethnicity. It amuses me that they think I could be from many different countries. Of course, there are some people that push things too far. Two accounts. One was a man guessing my ethnicity. He just: Would. Not. Stop. I think the worst part was that he was an adult man that made significant changes to society. I am just a tad bit nervous about that.

A man guessing my Ethnicity

Him: You're not from America? Are you from Asia?

Me: Its not in Asia.

Him: So India?

Me: No? It's in Africa.

Him: So Iran?

Me: No... I said Africa.

Him: So Pakistan!

Me: No.

Him: Sorry, I'm not good at geology.

Another funny story was when I was out window shopping, and I was cornered by an Indian family. They assumed that I was from their area in India. They rapidly spoke to me in their language. When I explained to them that I was not from India, they assumed that I was ashamed of my heritage. I of course am NOT afraid of my heritage... It was just the wrong one!

Have you ever been part of a misunderstanding? 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Ethiopian Parent Quirks

I think that Ethiopian parents are, to say the least, very unique. For starters, I am positive that Ethiopian mothers are at the forefront of being a "stern yet loving".

I find it hilarious that when an Ethiopian is out and about doing errands, it is almost a mission for them to scout for an Ethiopian person they have never met before. Not trying to diss my awesome heritage, but really, if you were an outsider looking in at a first encounter of two random Ethiopian people... you would think that they are life-long friends!

It's a quirk and absolutely ridiculous, but it is something that I have learned to tolerate and (sometimes!) love.

Does your culture have any quirks? Comment below!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

THE Junior Speech

So I did the speech and....

It was not bad! 

I was SO nervous the first three hours before my speech. My heart hurt it was beating so hard! While practicing in the massive auditorium looking out into the sea of red theatre seats, I could imagine each seat being filled with judgmental high-schoolers or, worse, unaffected high-schoolers. Since I wrote my speech on my culture and about something that I truly believed in, I felt that I opened myself up to criticism. 

I made myself vulnerable from the topic that I chose. In this day and age, vulnerability is seen as an undesirable trait. In our society it is seen that for us to get ahead in life, we need to be able to create a border between us and everyone else. I think that closing yourself to the world would definitely be an easier way to live life; however, the more you have to lose in the world, the more you have to gain.

When I walked onto the stage this morning then went up to the podium to speak about my topic, I left myself open and vulnerable. But through this, I was able to share with 400 students my viewpoint. I was able to give a different perspective on what is going on in the world. What I lost in giving my speech (my sanity for weeks!), I gained in being able to educate what I believed and stood for. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


I’m very nervous for tomorrow. 
This Thursday is the weekly tradition that my school has to have three Junior students give a 7 minute speech in front of the entire high school. Center stage. With the light aimed only at you.
Needless to say, I’m terrified. I don’t think I can manage speaking in front of my peers. In middle school a teacher told me that speaking in front of a group of people her age terrified her. I can definitely relate! It’s comforting to know that even adults feel unnecessary fear. 
But through this process of preparing for my speech, I have found my passion. My speech is about the corruption in Ethiopia created by the government. Finishing the actual speech I was surprised because I thought I would have to add filler words to reach the 7 minute limit, but it was the exact opposite! Talking to family and friends I have numerous horror stories that I would never consider the Ethiopian government would be capable of. I was also surprised in how interested I was.
No matter what happens this Thursday, I think that I will definitely be elaborating on my speech and will create something even bigger than just the 7 minute paper I wrote. 
I'll come back with what happened Thursday night!
Have you ever been afraid of something? Comment below!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

"That Ethiopian"

This is my first time using a blog so please excuse me if I mess up!

I’m a born and raised Ethiopian girl. But as of now, I live in America.

The first thing I usually encounter when I say I used to live in Ethiopia is…
“did you sleep with monkeys?!”, or the ever appreciated, “your way of transportaion was an elephant… right?”   
Although both would be a refreshing way of living life, I will have to disappoint all of you monkey lovers right now and say no. No I have not played with safari animals in my life, and no I did not live in a hut. In fact, I was and still am a normal human being. Saying that though, what is the definition of “normal”. Someone once described "crazy" as a person that no one can easily describe or put into a mold.
I'm soo happy that I have the opportunity to call two completely different cultures "MY" culture. I think that I am gifted with having one culture that is a big happy family and has NO filters with whatever is on there mind, and another where there is a drive to succeed and has the motto of their land being "a land of opportunities". I think every person can handle a good dose of another perspective once in awhile. 
That is where my blog comes in.