Fikre tolosa interview tedros tsegaye gabre-medhin

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In 1960 he travelled to Europe to study experimental drama at the Royal Court Theatre in London and the Comédie-Française in Paris. He was elected to the United Poets Laureate International, and received many international awards – the last of them from Norway.

Although unable to return to his native land, which lacked the dialysis facilities on which his life depended, he remained in close contact with the Ethiopian diaspora.

What happened Ambo?
What happened Ambo, primal amba of a thousand plateaux?
Reservoir of natural beauty, you once were clothed with dignity;
A cast of wellsprings and border ridges,
Showers of bumper crop, holy waters;
Year in year out contentment,
Balmy air, seedling, green environment;
Meccia to the heart of river Awash,
Dandee to Wanchee in flowing ebbing rush;
As though you never were the Guardian—
Beacon of the realm, canopy of Earth’s shrine;
What happened your mid-day shade shrank,
Those full breasts now are slack,
Your old self is on the retreat, your freshness effete,
Your glory muted, beat up, twisted; oh,
So, what happened Ambo?

Main image: Kibret Mekonnen

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In 1960 he travelled to Europe to study experimental drama at the Royal Court Theatre in London and the Comédie-Française in Paris. GaeRa town is a cluster of flames (p.161); ጌራ ነበልባል ዘለላ. Launch theater

  • Launch a theater entitled with “Ilmoo waaqaa” at national theater

6. Much of this loot is currently in the British Museum, the British Library, and the Royal Library in Windsor Castle.

Tsegaye always believed in the unity of the Ethiopian people and felt that this by far transcended purely political matters of the day.

In Abay አባይ (p.159), the mighty Nile is presented as the source of all life, indeed, as a multiple-breasted woman birthing and sustaining the human race. Incidentally, ደንገላሳ dangalasa, is the same word for spilling liquid/water and for speed between the trot and a gallop.

Once more the scene changes to winding roads–a harbinger for lofty mountains, tablelands, and gorges.

fikre tolosa interview tedros tsegaye gabre-medhin

A score of them, including "Prologue to African Conscience" and "Black Antigone", were published in the Ethiopia Observer in 1965. In 1984 he wrote an extended, and very poetical, essay "Footprints in Time", which appeared in large format with photographs by the Italian photographer Alberto Tessore. Different radio stations also allocated time to aired Tsegayes’ works and celebrated him; the poem nights (የግጥም ምሽቶች) have been organized exclusively to honor Laureate Tsegaye.

He subsequently attended the Commercial school in Addis Ababa, where he won a scholarship to Blackstone School of Law in Chicago in 1959. The poet turns out to be a trusted guide into the wonders of Nature as it bears on our identity, humanity, and community. Thus, gadaa ገዳ, Oromo word for a system of governance becomes, respectively, Ka Adaa ካ አዳ to mean (Egyptian) god and (her) religious order.

While still at elementary school he wrote a play called King Dionysus and the Two Brothers and saw it staged in the presence, among others, of Emperor Haile Selassie.

Tsegaye later attended the prestigious British Council-supported General Wingate school – named after British officer Orde Wingate. Let us hope successive generations would take up the challenge to explore, to nurture and bond within those shared spaces.

Here I offer my translation of ምነው አምቦ?

In አብረን ዝም እንበል Abran Zem Enebal Let Us Pause (p.196), waterfalls at Koka hydro-dam are laments riding, as it were, swift celestial horses. One of the most widely acclaimed of his plays, "Tewodros", commemorates the life of the Ethiopian emperor of that name. In 1966, at the age of only 29, he was awarded his country's highest literary honour: the Haile Selassie I Prize for Amharic Literature joining the club of such distinguished previous recipients as Kebede Michael.

I would like to think that the initiative, though not intended, is a deserved tribute to the patriot and pastoral poet Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin. Vulture wings are clouds above the town square (suggesting severe drought and dead bodies; p.206)! And as poet-playwright, he undoubtedly continues to be the preeminent cultural force in the country. Another point of interest is that one of his poems, ተወኝ tawagn ‘leave me alone’ (p.194) was composed in
1965 likely on his first visit to New York!