The family has met finally after solving their difference

The family has met finally after solving their difference.

Other than that, I'm me. I am an Ethiopian!

Zegerami

I wanted to say something about the people who have been commenting on the events I write and present on the media lately. I have noticed that he repeatedly mentions my ethnic identity in a manner that seems to be copied from the same source. It's surprising how certain certain people are that their ears are badass. When it comes to someone who says they know more about me than I do, I have nothing more to say than to show them the way to the doctor's office. It is not unusual for a person who grew up with racism, whose vision is limited outside of the village and the village, instead of challenging the ideas of the Ethiopian political platform, where he is born, he jumps and fixates on his identity. Even if they dream of chicken, they have no capacity or role to go beyond rushing into the basket of racism, the last corner of their knowledge. They have the opportunity that is sewn into their heads, but even if they find another one by chance, they waste it because they cannot use it.

As I told you, lately people who have taken me to a certain nation have been blessing me. They do not understand if I tell them that it is a matter of profession and principle. It's like pouring water on a rock. To be honest, I don't have any ethnic or religious identity to describe myself as such. For me, my nation and my religion is Ethiopia. I don't really have an identity that I can describe as coming down from there. Of course I did not come down from the clouds like rain. I know that I was born from a mother who follows the lineage of Wolagwa and a father who grew up with dignity and a mixed Oromo and Amhara identity. I will say that I am the fruit of Hawassa city, where I grew up surrounded by Sidama ethnic group. According to the ugly racial politics of the time, I have no less Oromo blood than Jawar (but I don't know if a nation has its own blood). Four points.

Journalism has two phases. Truth and principle. I think that balance is the hallmark of an old-fashioned profession. He is a journalist who stands for truth and principles and is redeemed in the professional world. A journalist is like a jet lag behind the smoke. Wherever there is an event, there is journalism. Profession follows action. Blows up an event. He seeks revenge. He pursues the wrongdoers. Arm yourself with truth: the principle is the promise. It's not just flippy in nature. Even if it varies according to the country, even if there is a difference in the level of civilization and economy we have reached, it is a wonderful career field that always stands in front of the oppressors and tells them their sins until their beads are tied. Journalism is not a luxury. It should not be fenced off by a superstitious philosophy of balance and struggling to put the victim and the victim on an equal footing. no more! Truth and principle are the only weapons and provisions.

I became a Blue Party when the Blue Party was active. When Andenat Party launched a campaign called the voice of millions, I echoed their voice by following behind. I have been a part of the Muslim community for two years when the struggle for our voices to be heard was raging. When the HH raised the baton against the holy congregation, I also grabbed my pen and mike and addressed the side of "stop the interference".