Zehabesha Daily Ethiopian News February 26, 2019

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Zehabesha Daily Ethiopian News February 26, 2019

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  1. I just want to remind every patriotic person of the colored that a day that has lived in virtual glory from that fateful date in 1896 at Adwa is around the corner. I know many of you will celebrate at home vowing not to forget those gallant countrymen who left an indelible mark in the history of mankind proving once for all that they ain’t easy push-over. They did not just repel outside aggression but they beat the tar out of every bigot that rolled in their Allah given and blessed domicile. They did not just beat the tar of those bigots who stared down at them but took thousands of them as prisoners of war. They did not just take prisoners but had every bigot in London, Paris, Rome and Berlin put his John Hancock on the dotted line recognizing their country’s sovereignty. They even overthrew the Francesco Crispi government from thousands of miles away without firing a single shot in just 3 days after they turned 7,000 of his troops into fertilizers and herded 1,500 more others as prisoners including a 3-star battle tested general!!!!. How about that? Tell me any other men of the colored who pulled such a feat! Just one!!! You can even go all the way to Asia to name one for me!!! How do you like that, bigots!!! They left a lesson on how to wage a winning war against bigots for that Japan of 1905 where the small army but equally mad as hell patriots just as our grandfathers lured the mighty Russian armada into a sea terrain and wiped it out using the single and double envelopment battle plan perfected by Alula, T.Haymanot, Mekonnen, Balcha, Taytu, Mika’il(Ali), Mengesha, Habte and their equals at Adwa. I know I am gonna celebrate March 01 as my pride and joy day!!! I tell you, once you tell a true proud piece of history of our people to this die-hard Afro(Ethio) centric countryman, he is gonna run with it and will keep telling about it until you drop unconscious. Now, I have heard some among us claiming that the victory at Adwa on that fateful day had done more damage than its glorious feat. How is that? I had asked and was told that it left the same people divided where one section was left to be enslaved by outsiders. To me that is the lamest of lamest copouts and one of the dumbest utterances I have heard my entire life. How dumbest? you may ask. That, I will explain on the coming anniversary of that glorious March 1st unless this website is closed for comments that day. But for now I want to leave you by reminding all of you to walk around chest and head up with pride the whole week beginning this coming Friday. I am sure most of fellow patriots will do just that and do not need to be reminded!!! Me? You have not seen my reading room and man cave!!!!

  2. Since it is already March 01, 2019 in the old country and I am posting the comment I promised on the Anniversary of the Victory at Adwa,

    Hello Dear Countrymen!!!!

    You know me by now that I have nothing but love for you. I am here to let you hear from me something that is very special for me both as your dear countryman but also as a man of color. That story and the day I am sharing with you is that glorious day etched in stone never to be concealed or left forgotten. It is that day that sends megawatt volts of pride all over my high mileage body every time I think or read about it. It is that glorious day, that day my and your grandparents marched into the hills, ravines and fields of Adwa knowing that it would be their last day on this good earth. They did that because no one had to tell them that it was their Allah given rights to defend their Allah bestowed domiciles from murderous bigots. No one had to tell them that heavily armed ‘KKK thugs’ were there to shoot and hang every ‘nigger’ in sight. They were in complete understanding that the enemy they were facing at that place on that day behooves them to be calculating and also well prepared. They understood very well that a vast network of intelligence must be in place to play that heathen on their doorstep. And they played him very, very well. It was written that the mad as hell patriotic chief from Tigrai was sending ‘secret’ messages to Baratieri his intention to defect to his side and he was waiting for the Italian chief to fire the first shot. It was also written about the ‘secret’ messages the emperor’s cousin Mekonen along with chiefs Haimanot and Mika-il(Ali) were urging him to come and kill their common enemy, the emperor. It was written that they were ‘telling’ Baratieri that the emperor army is getting thinner and fewer by the day that he was thinking about cutting and run for his life. They pondered!!! They lured!!! They lured and lured the monster from Rome until he was well inside their compound. When their single and double envelopment war plan is firmly on the ground they lured him again to fire the first shot. Dabormida might have sent a message to his wife that the very next day he would shoot a photo of him surrounded and being served by 3,000 ‘niggers’. What he did not know was the fact my Barentu ‘grand uncle’ and his Amhara, Tigrai and many other ethnic groups were watching his every move and primed to show him and his partners-in-crime how lethal an Ethiopian could be when his pride is touched by outsiders and ready to teach him a lesson or two how to conduct a conventional warfare Alula style, Mekonnen style, Taytu style, Haimanot style, Mika-il(Ali) syle, Balcha style, Dinegde style leaving him no counteroffensive option! None! None except for Baratieri to cut and run like a scared witless rabbit or rather like a high noon bank robber chased by blood smelling vigilante mob!!!! But for my niggaz information or rather misinformation was part of the game. You think that misinformation was started by KGB and CIA during the cold war. No!!! It was my and your grandparent who perfected and used from the bottom of the deck to their advantage. They painted themselves as if they were deserted, far and few when their rank was swelling by the day!!! They presented themselves as people who love to run naked or have naked and did not have any clue what warfare is or how it was supposed to be conducted as an organized army. They even sent him fattened cattle, honey and milk to make him think they were still like his Neanderthals ancestors who were incapable of distinguishing friends from enemies. By now the Baratieri’s ego was so built up and emboldened by the news of potential desertion at the outset of war ordered the commencement of the battle. But his worst nightmare was awaiting him. His worst nightmare, a nigga with a Hotchkiss gun on his lap was all around him even before finishing his recital to the Roman gods. He could hear that thunderous scream of that fire spitting woman named Taytu admonishing those soldiers of the fainted hearts who tried to withdraw prematurely from the battle fronts!!!! He could her telling them that she did not bring enough skirt for them to wear!!!! And he could hear them telling that roaring Taytu like ‘Don’t talk to me like that, woman! I am going back!’ Baratieri saw those incensed men turning into killing machines, their fainted hearts gone in a flash!!! Now the earth and sky were laminated all around him with little leeway for folding back or escape. Now my Barentu grand cousin and his comrades in arms started playing the complicated mancala game in the middle of the battle. On one of their moves their led the arrogant Dabormida and his entire battalion plus army right into the welcoming arms of my Barentu grand cousins. When the carnage was over Dabormida was dying squealing like untidy pig. Now arch angels Jibril and Mika-il were in the mix. They were in the mix because that land of Maryam Magdalene and Bilal ibn Rabah was being desecrated by ruffians. They were in the mix because that land and its people were put together there by Allah at the begging of times no matter the numerous and unabating travesties they had to go through. It is because it was the land where the two major religions, Christianity and Islam, had taken foothold there without the need of an all out battle. The battle Baratieri started on that day did not even last the entire length of the daylight. For intents and purposes it was over by the mid day. 12 noon high, it was over. Now Baratieri turned around and ran like a scared deer from the Chercher Mountains!!! One of my grand cousins along with his Tigrayan and Amhara friends were in hot pursuit after him. But his horse was still fresh and not like their battle fatigued ones. But they stood on top of one the hills and told him who he really was. Oh Boy!!!! They were telling him using all kinds of words in their profane dictionary. No, I am not telling you what they yelled at him. No, no this is a family show. But I can tell you one so mildly. All three of them thundered at him like ‘You, the son of a thousand biscuits!!!!’ It seems he heard it all slammed into his bigoted ears carried by the drifting wind. How do I know that? You may ask. That is because I was teleported to that day!!!! I saw that thunderous lady Taytu telling off the retreating soldiers!!! You should all read more about her. Now some of you misogynic pigs may doubt her role just because she was a woman. Well you have one now by the name Aisha bint Muhammed Mussa, right? You now have another one with more than 250,000 men of the armed forces under her command. Try her!!! Just try to encroach an inch into her 425,000 square miles of territory!! Just try her!!!! Just try, you chicken!!!! Now to your misery I will leave with one of eternal quotation uttered by Taytu. It was quoted by one of the foreign dignitaries who she reigned over him while trying to tell her what she already knew very, very well. She goes like this: ‘We are ancient, we are small but to become great we do not need outsiders as councilors. If we need such councilors we will choose them from among our own people’. That just slew me, man!!! I got ravaging goose bumps all over my body just typing it down for you now.

    Now I have heard some of you saying the outcome of the battle at Adwa had more harm than benefits for the fact that it ended up dividing the same people into two leaving one to be enslaved by outside forces. I also told you that that was the dumbest utterances I ever heard from men of color. I have my reasons for that right from the annals of modern history of that region. The same people you mentioned have already been divided in two spheres years and possibly more than hundred years before 1896. Due to the heavy handedness of the northern chiefs people to the proximity of the known sea had to seek protection from forces that were capable of giving them reprieve from gross unfair practices. They gave up a region that was well made for any kind of liberation war if they wanted to. That victory at Adwa should have been used as inspiration to wage a liberation war. Their brothers to the south could have been more than willing to provide them with unlimited assistance if they chose to. Instead the Antonelis, the Giorgios and Angelos were given the leeway to enjoy the droit du seigneur(jus primae noctis) outlawed in their homelands (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Droit_du_seigneur#/media/File:Le_droit_du_Seigneur_by_Vasiliy_Polenov.jpg
    So take it somewhere and don’t try to tell this beyond-repair Afro-centric countryman. Also I have told you that the war plan and victory at Adwa had given inspirations for future wars including the one fought between Japan and Russia 9 years later in 1905. I will leave you with the following as it was perfectly depicted in a cartoon by Parisian Figaro in 1905 about that victory by Japan which as far as I am concerned it should belong to my and your grandparents’ victory at Adwa. Enjoy: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Russo-Japanese_War_cartoons#/media/File:Russian-Japanese_bear-bambus.jpg

  3. Please read that as: Now some of you misogynistic pigs may doubt her role just because she was a woman.

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