When I was a little girl, my father used to take me and my three brothers to the barber shop to cut our hair. Back then, I didn’t mind nor care about having my head shaven clean because I wanted to spend more time with my brothers. What was my dad thinking? Perhaps he wanted to establish his own exclusive all-boys club even though I was a girl. Reminiscing back, I haven’t yet understood the weight my hair had on my belief of what beauty is.
በአንድ ወቅት እሰራበት የነበረ አንድ ዓለም አቀፍ ግብረ ሰናይ ድርጅት የመዋቅር ለውጦችን አደረገ እና ለረዥም ዓመታት ያገለገሉትን ሰራተኞች የአገልግሎት ዘመን ያላማከለ ስለነበር እጅግ አስቆጣቸው፡፡ በወቅቱ የነበረው የድርጅቱ ዋና ሥራ አስፈጻሚ …
If you are like me, you thrive on making personal connections — deep meaningful exchanges of experience and vulnerability. There is a lot of fun in connecting to people who have similar interests or learning new things from people with a different perspective than you.
መቼስ እኛ ሰዎች ስንባል አንዱ መተዳደርያ ደንባችን በትንሹም በትልቁም ብስጭትጭት ማለት፣ መነጫነጭ፣ ማማረር የመሳሰሉት ጥቃቅን እና አነስተኛ ባህርያት ናቸው፡፡ እርግጥ ነው ስሜትን መግለጽ ሰውኛ ነው፡፡ ግን ደግሞ የእኛ ልምምድ ትንሽ በዘት ይላል፡፡
My mother married my father when she was only 18, and if we were to go by their family members and neighbors’ hopes and expectations, their marriage was not only destined to be happy, but was also meant to last a lifetime. To begin with, they were neighbors. Their parents
had been friends long before my parents started dating each other. My mom had already been friends with her future brothers and sisters in law. So, when my parents announced their plan to wed, their news was met with nothing but joy and a celebratory spirit. What immediately
followed was a massive wedding celebration that lasted for days. But then.
የዛሬ ጽሑፌ መነሻ ሰሞኑን ከድሮ መ/ቤት ባልደረባዬ የተደወለልኝ ስልክ ነው፡፡ ይህቺ የሥራ ባልደረባዬ ደውላ ሰላምታ ከተለዋወጥን በኋላ በተለያየ ሚዲያ እያየችኝ እንደሆነ እና እድገቴ እንደሚያስገርማት በመግለጽ አድናቆቷን ካርከፈከፈችልኝ በኋላ ጨዋታውን አደራነው፡፡ አመስግኛት ሳበቃ ስለቤተሰብ፣ ስለ ሥራ ወዘተ ተጠያየቅን፤ ወግ ነውና፡፡ ይህች የቀድሞ የሥራ ባልደረባዬ ስትደውልልኝ ተጠንቅቄ ነው የማናግራት፤ ከቀድሞ ባህርይዋ በመነሳት፡፡ የፈለገውን ዓመት ፈጅቶ ባገኛት ምንም የተሻሻለ የባህርይ ለውጥ የማይታባት ናት፡፡ አሁንም እዚያው ከእኔ በፊት ተቀጥራ የምትሰራበት መ/ቤት እየሠራች መቆየቷ ነው መሰለኝ የተግባቦት ስልቷ አልተለወጠም፡፡ የዚያ መ/ቤቱ ብቻ ሳይሆን የባህርይዋም ታማኝ እና ቅን አገልጋይ እንበላት ይሆን!? በደወለችባቸው ወይም ባገኘኋት አጋጣሚዎች ሁሉ ታጉረመርማለች፡፡
Recently, I came across farewell programs on social media for the former Minister of Health. There was a grand event and many other events where her friends, colleagues, and supervisors shared genuine success stories in the presence of her husband and children.
It was when I joined the university that I realized my distorted sense of self. I was surprised to find that I brought my thoughts, my insecurities, and my perspective with me. The silver lining is, that once you accept the fact that you can not escape yourself, a new wave of hope arises.
At its worst, my perfectionistic tendencies serve as a major handicap manifesting itself in the form of avoidance or procrastination and ironically, mediocrity. Because why bother striving or trying when the standards feel too unreachable? This, of course, might then lead to confirming my fear of not being good enough. Maybe that’s what lies at the bottom of my perfectionism…
እኛ ሀገር “ከፍትፍቱ ፊቱ” የሚባል አሪፍ አባባል አለ፤ ብዙዎቻችን የምንወደው ይመስለኛል አባባሉን፡፡ እናም በተቻለን መጠን የምንጣጣረው ጥሩ ፊት አላት/አለው እንድንባል ነው፤ እኛም ከሌሎች የምንጠብቀው ይህንኑ ነው፡፡ ፍትፍት ለአባባሉ ድምቀት የተመረጠው እንደሚመስለኝ ያው እኛ ኢትዮጵያውያን ፍትፍት እንወዳለን ምክንያቱም በልተን ያጠግበናል፣ እንደ ሰው በምግብነቱ ቆመን እንሄድ ዘንድ ስለሚጠግነን ነው፡፡
