Let me vent. I think I have earned it, if you calculate the time I spent trying to curb my frustration with my people and how they function in different settings in the American system. I am human and this is how far my thin-veiled patience can go. I think most of you must have known that I have travelled to D.C and Virginia a week ago. Again you know of my travel arrangements because of the voluntary broadcast of my whereabouts on my social media handles. If you haven’t seen or known about it, you have missed out a lot. I mean I have advertised it enough as a millennial.
I wish I could take back my original take on the Habesha Community in the ‘DMV’ area. Nope. As I have said so many times, the only difference between the Habesha back home and the ones in the DMV area is that the Habesha in DMV area have electricity, running water and foreign neighbors (few of them); don’t get me started on the neighborhoods that are totally conquered by our people to the point where speaking in English is considered showing off.
My people are in desperate need of a shepherd like Moses who parts the sea of ignorance and ridiculousness and lead them to the land of enlightenment. It’s a blind leading the blind out there and they are blissful about the darkness that has engulfed them. But if their current status quo makes them happy, why should me or Moses try to play the role of an emancipator? Just saying.
So my people’s favorite spot is a hookah lounge . They have them in numbers under so many original names or full sentences as a name for a bar. Hookah bar is like a special place where you clock in and out before and after work to sustain your identity as a Habesha and prevent your Habesha card from being revoked. I kid you not. I am not judging here and no pun intended at all.
I mean let them smoke or vaporize anything they want, but it gets me feverishly amused when this particular recreation becomes gender sensitive. Well, men can do it as they please but if a woman is smoking a hookah, she is well…. you know…. not a wife material. So the Habesha men have this concept of marrying a home girl – who is innocent to the ways of clubbing, drinking and dating while at the same time they expect the girl they are dating to drink, smoke and frequent the clubs. They want to hunt and soil a bird for fun only to marry a new dove to cage in a marriage. Talk about hypocrisy.
Habesha men are the epitome of paradox. And I think its contagious, most of them are showing the same symptoms.
“It’s not our culture for a woman to smoke a hookah,” said a friend of mine who frequents a certain hookah bar when I asked him why he was looking with askance at a girl smoking hookah. I think it’s about time I see the tablets of commandments of our culture. I am hundred percent sure that our forefathers and founders of our so-called culture didn’t mention hookah or who should consume it and who should not.
I am not encouraging girls or boys for that matter to smoke hookah but at the same time I don’t want you to misquote our culture in however frame you want it to mean to fit your agenda. I swear, I will not be as tolerant next time and will call you out on my posts using your given name if you try to feed me such BS.
This same friend who frowned upon a woman smoking hookah is a person who insists to sleep with a girl on a third date. “This is America,” he kept saying to his date – who by the way was wearing her little sister’s skirt which she keeps pulling it down every now and then. I mean, ‘girl if you aren’t comfortable and if you are that self-conscious of your short skirt, then why wear it to a bar and to meet your confused date who is suffering from an identity crisis, who is spacing in and out of living as his given name Gebrekristos and his brand new American identity Chris. Why confuse the confused?
However, my question is in which part does the tablet of commandments quote intimacy before marriage? Is it even allowed in our culture? If you are going to stay traditionalist, then stay traditionalist the whole way. Don’t tell me that we are in America when you want and at the same time expect me to follow our culture when you want it to fit your little underdeveloped frame of mind.
Dude you are confused. And your lifestyle is a textbook case of contradiction.
And ladies please be yourselves and drop all the act, it is tiresome to just look at you making fool of yourselves. Don’t bend yourself to the whims of a man who dictates how you should be behaving and when. Know your worth and place. You are not his freaking toy or a center piece at his mansion. Be true to yourselves and drop all the pretense. If you are trying to trap a man into your web with a pretense, you should know that no relationship founded on a pretense stands the winds of time and reality. Throwing my two cents in – I know you didn’t ask for them.
Let me conclude by dropping a paradox for you, never have a vacation exhaust me this much before. It was tiresome to watch and be at the center of the drama my people have going. And the Oscar for the Leading role in Paradox goes to that girl who was “working” from her laptop in the hookah bar buzzing with the loudest music and hookah smoke. I salute your display of commitment to your work and choice of place to do so.
I will keep venting until my annoyance ceases. So long ….. till the next post.