ephrathah writes.

I always knew how I was going to die. It was written on my skin from the day I was born... or rather drawn, if you may...

Something to chew on as heirs of the dark continent.

[Snippet] This will probably, then, lead to boredom while learning, their passion dying etc... Imagine a future based on a preparatory school like this...

እንዳምናው ባለቀን፤ ያምናውን ከቀጣ፤ አዲስ ንጉስ እንጂ፤ ለውጥ መቼ መጣ? [Cover picture by @Mudot_00 on Instagram]

Our final stop is here.

Our second stop where I attempt to capture my thoughts about ‘words’, ‘thoughts’ and ‘their absence’.

Taking you on a ride on my train of thought…

How the media is failing people with mental health, little from my stance on self-worth and things related.

A memorable snippet from those high school days…

An attempt of describing colors with the feelings they trigger.