The Day I Got Winged: Waiting
Waiting Here we are!! At Bole International Airport. I think. i always lose sense of place and time. They are of little consequence to me. I pay much focus on the insignificant occurrences around. Things only known to the tiny CCTV cameras and other insignificant figures around me. An Ethiopian Catholic Church priest is holding his precious bible. Being the Crayie I always am, always crazy for inked paper. It doesn't matter you inked it with what; as long it reflects the letters of the languages that the little world I was thrown into imposed on my poor language acquisition device, me I send my eyes and ‘thief’ into the pages. I have also mastered the way of peeping into people’s phone messages. It doesn't matter if I fail to connect your infatuations, lies, deception, joys, ‘sads’, sorrows I just look and look away, look away then look again. During one of my great discoveries through texts peep I saw them quarreling in French these love birds. One of the quarrel...