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post Tsunami of dazzling Ladies

October 21st, 2012

Filed under: Opinions, Life Style — Beza Kassahun @ 14:28

Tsunami of dazzling Ladies in Town
by Beza Kassahun

Have you noticed the tsunami of the dazzling ladies in town these days? Is it like an ordain for a mother lately to give birth to something not less than pretty? May be I am exaggerating it a bit more, fact be told am sure am not the only one having this observation. Somewhere out there at least there is that one person who shares my thoughts. Prior to writing this article; in need of juicy details I had the privilege to converse the issue with few residents of Addis, most of them of course men. More often than not in my view there is this somehow unrealistic conviction that women tend to be envious of one other. I myself am a woman, and I would rather not be biased and tend to take sides on this assumption; but as far as my knowledge goes and my life experience teaches me; there sure is a tendency of jealousy among women but that does not mean it works for all; and may be that is why I chose not to direct my research towards women.

From what I seem to discover from my research, year after year there have been a mounting number of fine-looking young ladies on the streets of Addis. The way they dress, act and talk have been changing gradually from what our parents refer as ‘the old days’. Sure beauty is skin deep and it lies on the eyes of the beholder, but may be in this scenario all things being equal what if most of the people out there share almost more or less the same perception of the matter at hand; which is the ladies these days are just spectacular.

In all honesty, what would I do “If I were a boy in this situation?” this question has been mingling in my head for a while now. The choice is too vast, the ratio of women exceeds men and the desperation as to whom am I going to date or who is going to date me grows accordingly. Not pushing the age much further former to tying the knot matters for the ladies more than it does for the guys. Her time is her beauty the years whereby she shines the most and the moment she calls her own.

Well amongst all these beauties left and right it is for the man to choose for his own even though the willingness to accept relies on women as well. That is when the bewilderment lies I hope. I still cannot give adequate reason as to why all of a sudden there are unexplainable beautiful ladies out there, but all I know is looks can be deceiving, and it all fades with time what really matters when it comes to marriage is what is inside of your spouse that keeps your marriage tied up for as long as you both shall live. And by no means am I sending out the notion that strikingly amazing women do not have an awesome personality. We all have our own flaws regardless of how we look on the outside, communication trespass the physical attraction and so does personality more than looks. Let’s just put our ducks in a raw and prioritize what is more important to life; your life! I am aware of the fact that am talking about something you might already know, your choice is your own, make sure it is the right one; no one lives your life much better than you do!

Beza Kassahun
September, 2011

post Second Thoughts

November 21st, 2010

Filed under: Opinions, Sports — Mitiku Adisu @ 21:42

HAILE GEBRESELASSIE

Second Thoughts on a Legend
By Mitiku Adisu

The likes of Haile Gebreselassie live or die by steps. It certainly is a long and arduous journey from Assela town to New York City. And possibly a treacherous one from here on. Haile’s future is entwined with the fate of Ethiopians. And Ethiopians are unpredictable, depending on where you stand in your politics. Does any one have a record of the mileage on Haile’s soul, on how he feels? Don’t tell me Adidas does; Adidas only sells shoes, in-soles, and socks.

Ethiopians are unpredictable and patriotic. And their patriotism often is too demeaning and gets in the way of reaching the goal in view. Recent missteps by Haile are instructive. Haile [uncharacteristically, say some] showered PM Meles with undeserved accolades and, to boot, presented him with the very jersey he wore to break a 10K World Record. Let me say this before we go any further; the place for that jersey is not the prime minister’s drawers but in the national museum. And I am unanimous in this!

Well, between the town and the city Haile was able to make a bunch of money. That is, money he could keep and also money he could spend. He is lucky he was not born during the Imperial era. Luckier still his career took off after the reign of Colonel Mengistu ended in flight south to Tergat Land.

PM Meles came on the heels of Colonel Mengistu, whatever that means. And Haile never had it so good. He built himself mansions and a business empire and created jobs for hundreds of Ethiopians. For that he is grateful. And so one fine morning the 37-year old athlete decided to make the PM he had known since his -teen years the object of that gratitude. Some say he should not have gotten that close to the PM after the latter deprived Ethiopians of their voice. It could be Haile was ‘asked’ to share the social capital he has been hoarding to help smooth out coarse public opinion; certainly, Haile could have stayed away from entangling himself in local politics. But then he did not; and the rest of us would not!

Haile’s statement to retire and then quickly take back his word does tell us something about how he functions. It could be he is susceptible to strong suggestions. Having publicly endorsed the PM it was only later he realized what he had done in terms of bruising his legendary persona in the eyes of the public. Let us remember he took his first baby steps under the shadow of a train of running greats: Abebe Bikila, Bashaye Feleke, Wami Biratu, Mamo Wolde, Wehib Masresha, Shibiru Regassa, Mohammed Kedir, Tolossa Kotu, Yohannes Mohammed, Eshetu Tura, Miruts Yfter, Belayneh Densamo, etc. These have now passed into the annals of distance running on account of the prevailing sense of nationhood and their persevering to represent their country expecting little in return. Could Haile have avoided identifying with the party in power or retracted his statement? Sure. But at what cost?

Haile made his international debut in 1992. Nineteen Ninety Two is the year of Great Reversals. Having emerged from a totalitarian state many wondered if Ethiopia was ready to go in a direction that steered clear of old mistakes. In little over a year, alas, Eritrea broke away taking with it Ethiopia’s sea outlet and the country saw divisions along ethnic lines. The significance of the year 1992 is that things could have as easily gone the other way – a mirror image, we might say, of the year 1974. Indeed, there was that possibility. But it did not happen.

By and large, we have been running in circles. Right turns have been found to be wrong turns and fraught with pain to last generations considering the decaying moral fabric and rampant social discohesion. Should the next batch of leaders choose the wrong turn [by not allowing foreigners to wield satanic influence over our destiny]? Twenty years later we are hearing once again voices clamoring to reverse choices of days gone by. You see how that fits in with Haile saying one thing one minute and taking it back the next? Can’t you see how he could shower his blessings on PM Meles and a little later have Birtukan Mideksa and her family as guests in his Hawassa Resort Hotel? One for the goose and one for the gander. One for himself and one for the people.

Ethiopians are unpredictable but also forgiving. No one now cares to remember the public “outrage” [to borrow PM Meles’s favorite word] against singer Mahmoud Ahmad for appearing in Asmara for a grand celebration that established Eritrea as a new nation. Songs by Mahmoud would have certainly brought memories to president Isaias of his years in Addis as a university student or even in Sahel as a guerilla fighter. Is it not ironic that only a little later Ethiopian music was banned in Eritrea? Could Mahmoud have turned down the invitation when the then Ethiopian president Meles Zenawi played the agent, so to speak, the key-note speaker at and a witness to the historic event? Look around and be flabbergasted by how at present Ethiopians could hardly get enough of Mahmoud. There is no reason why Haile’s case should be viewed differently.

As far as the retirement thing is concerned Haile simply did not have the presence of mind to gauge the implications of his decision on a whole line of industry and livelihoods. Another unreported fact is that his mere appearance in New York did cause reverberations within the ranks of the running multitude [in the manner of finds of oldest human remains in Ethiopia on paleontological societies around the world]. I strongly believe his not appearing would have altered NY Marathon 2010 results. For instance, no one paid attention to the Man of the Hour, the little known Gebre [-egziabher] Gebre [-mariam] whose first name “Gebre”, we might add, could be reversed to a surname! In any case, Haile’s handlers, more than himself, did recognize the athlete still has millions of pennies per mile left in his diminutive frame. And they want their share running.

Unlike most of us mortals, Haile could go to bed in his Adidas socks and shorts and wake up to find a fat check on his bedside table. Or he could switch to Nike and make a fatter one [depending on the fine print he signed to, which, if need be, could be reversed with the help of another lawyer]. And for this and many more goodies those who depended on Haile would have shamelessly kissed his feet if it took that to convince him to change his mind. It appears they succeeded this time and quite swiftly at that. WARNING: Those toying with the idea of having Haile for president need to think again, not fearing to make a U-turn. It is perfectly legal to change your mind. Don’t be stiff-necked. If Haile did it, you could do it and see for yourselves how good that felt. If, however, you persist in your old ways, at least I have warned you that Haile is highly susceptible to outside influences and could surprise you by getting up one fine morning to announce on ESAT radio that he would not be going to the president’s office because he has better things to do than play emperor without a throne. But then he could change his mind because now the PM owns the prize jersey. Theoretically, Haile could demand the return of that jersey but then he maybe throwing away the chance of becoming president. And that is why I suggest some political animal should squeeze mileage out of “Jersey for the presidency”! Please don’t give me the stale reasoning that sports and politics do not mix until you answer why politicians run for office.

Copyright, 2010 by Mitiku Adisu
All Rights Reserved
November, 2010

post RACISM

December 7th, 2009

Filed under: Opinions — Lissan Magazine @ 14:25

Two days ago we had a small article with a link to a blogpost based on a racist comment about Ethiopia and Ethiopians written by a Swedish doctor who is doing a group-biking tour through Africa. We were forced to delete the article because the woman (name: ANNA ADIELSSON) have erased the blogpost after her site was raided by critical comments from many Ethiopians and other concerned individuals. Now, fortunately, we got an information from an Ethiopian friend from Sweden who was smart enough to save the content of the message of this woman before it was deleted and put it in her site. You can read below the original content of the blog and some of the comments which we have taken directly from abeshaunited.com.

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RACISM: “MISERY” IN ETHIOPIA – a racist edcuated swedish doctor´s view of contemprary Ethiopia

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This post is written by an educated Swedish doctor ANNA ADIELSSON. 2009 she spend at least 8000 Euros to cycle from Egypt all the way through Africa to South Africa. In many of her blogpost she portrays a very distrubing view of “Africa” but it´s the way she describes her MISERY in Ethiopia where pour racism emerges which is uncomfortable to hear from a contemporary doctor. This post, originally in Swedish, has now been limited to views on her blog but here we are republishing it. Keep in mind that Anna herself says that she do not regret any word or opinions she has written now when she is back in Sweden and can flush down her shit with 4 liter of drinkable water as if it were a human right…

Here goes her comment….

The journey through Ethiopia is starting to resemble a military survival training more than anything else. Nothing is working and we are constantly exposed to new trials, including mental and physical terror of the local population. On the road, it feels like we literally are in a war zone, given all the abuse and attacks we face. Only yesterday, I was repeatedly spat on, both with pure (?) Saliva as full mouths with water, whipped with cords, hard-hitting with sticks over butt, back, legs and arms, stoned high and low, beaten with palms and fists , streamer over the buttocks and thighs, and attempts to collapse nudge ning of the cycle. In addition to this we are constantly subjected to taunts, insults, mocking laughter, and interestingly enough, even unpleasant calls to give money. It has now gone so far that most of us in total have lost all respect for the indigenous population. Not least, any form of sympathy and empathy that has ever existed, completely disappeared. As dirty and unpleasant young adults screaming, “You, you, you, give money, money” on the most aggressive way possible, we scream back, if the situation permits, “Get a job you lazy bastard,” “I rather burn my money than give it you “or” I hope you starve to death “.

This behavior is probably not easy to understand when you’re sitting at home orderly. After the last few weeks on a daily basis and constantly being subjected to the above abuses, however, has a deep and sincere hatred turned up in me, which I thought I was able to feel for any living being, let alone for something that at least during this century, in theory, considered to belong to human nature. In practice, however, there are precious few similarities. In urban Ethiopians are possibly slightly more well tempered, but absent in rural areas, it is complete anarchy that exists and I feel all the time that my personal safety is threatened. Without a doubt we are exposed female cyclists for their violence and abuse in a significantly greater extent. Cowardly bastards who they are. Once we stop or try to defend ourselves, flees to save the bunnies out of the bush.

I have therefore begun to armed me with a handful of stones as soon as I can see a horde of kids from a distance, to the slightest provocation with all my strength to throw them into the group and then ride away as fast as I can. Cycling has really been of secondary importance in these war-like conditions, where each day’s journey is about having so small wounds as possible to enter the next camp. It now remains only four days in this cycle godforsaken country and we sincerely hope that no one in the group will have time to come to serious injury, before we leave for good people to their fate. We all agree on that no Western aid can ever serve this beggerparadis the long term. Should they ever get straight to the misery in which they live, they need their own power to reverse the trend and masa their lazy asses up off the ground and begin to make an effort. As one of South Africans on the trip noted, is not a racist before you start traveling through Africa, it will be guaranteed as it comes to understanding how they act and behave!

Unfortunately I do not have much positive to pass this time either. I guess we are in a true African experience, but I’m getting more and more doubts about whether this really is something for me.
Sure, I can understand that all roads can not be first-asphalt, but their fucking dirt roads is of course a joke with all the rocks and holes that make the almost impossible to travel on.

Sure, I can understand that water can be scarce, but how is it possible that we have oversight on two lakes of Vätterns size, but that it is possible to procure a drop of water to the hotel where we currently reside. I have not showered and washed my hair in five days. I have during this time cycled over 60 mil in 35 degree heat and thick indescribable road dust. I have slept in the bush with sand, dust, insects and shit. I will not be able to shower until the next rest day for seven days. Call me spoiled Westerner, but I can not accept that there is no water available throughout the day. I shit in your fucking shoulder presses and “maybe tomorrow”. On top of all, it is not to wash the clothes I’ve used, for further use without any kind of washing would be a nuisance.

Sure, I can understand that all toilets are not the tip top standard, but to have two public toilets throughout the hotel, where we camp, without any form of running water is ridiculous. An attack of diarrhea and then the toilets are unusable. As one of the guys in the group told the hotel manager, “If you do not get some running water soon, I will fucking shit right here in front of your reception.
Sure, I can understand that all the waitresses do not have a high quality education, but also the most stupid Ethiopians ought to take that one can not disclose the note to a hungry visitor, who waited an hour without getting food and then expect to get paid for the order placed. Examples of how pathetically bad everything works in this country are many and long. One wonders nutshell, how they can live under these conditions without ever act and at least try to improve the situation?!

The latest on my new wheels, is that they are at a FedEx office in Addis Ababa. The hope is that we can forward the package to Nairobi, where we will in two weeks. The odds of my ZIPP wheel will survive the journey there is daunting, because of the road conditions ahead. “Prepare yourself for the worst road condition on the entire tour,” is the message on our bulletin board for the upcoming week. Given the wretched roads we already cycled on, I can not even pretend to me how they can become even worse, but it can apparently …

Call me whiny. I stand for! This trip is much more stressful than I ever could have imagined. I do not think there is someone in the group undergoing this journey without difficulty. The only thing that keeps me somewhat of good cheer, is that at least I have good health. After Addis Ababa, it was as if a diarrhea epidemic had broken out in the group. Day after day of rest sat nearly 15 people on the truck and when we awoke the next morning the whole camp was surrounded by puddles diarrhea and toilet paper flying around the whole area. Restrictions on burying their excrement, which was forgotten. A pretty horrible sight, but fully to understand considering that diarrhea was so acute that many do not even have time out of the tent before the pants were stuffed. Less nice when we also have no running water available …

Well, time to find an internet cafe and hope that incompetents in this country can achieve some form of power (which we had last night) and internet connection, even if the water does not work. Hope to hear from me again in a week, when we arrived, Kenya and traveled through Lava stone-desert!

Ref: Anna Adielsson

Futher information about Anna can be found at her web page and blog (English). You can also reach her on her email anna_adielsson@hotmail.com. Since Anna´s racist blogpost has reached the Ethiopian digital community she has now limited the access to her postings. However, in many of her other posts the racist attitude and language still maintains…

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This is a brilliant comment from “Proud Ethiopian”(nickname) that has reacted towards Anna´s “misery” blogpost but since the posting is not public anymore we publish this response here!!!

After reading Anna’s post ‘Misery’ depicting her ‘miserable’ experience ‘cycling’ through rural Ethiopia, I am both shocked and appalled by her vile criticism, deep seated hate rate and condescending tone.

Once again, I am reminded that ignorance has no barriers and that smallness of mind creates evil hearts. Without resorting to the same petty name calling and racial epithets – here are my reactions to your offensive comments.

First of all, as a woman and a human being, I condone no acts of unprovoked torture or abuse on anyone without any instigation. So if what you say is true, it is indeed unfortunate and terrifying to have suffered ‘mental and physical terror’ as you put it, being spat on, stoned, whipped with cords, beaten with sticks, palms, and fists, and attempts to push you off the cycles. Having said that however, I find your reaction to these acts of random thugs and a few angry kids – a frightening exposé into the very psyche and nature of many ‘misguided’ and ‘sheltered’ souls like you, Anna, who call themselves ‘tourists’ or ‘friends of Africa’.

Let us examine the very words you used to describe your ordeal and the despicable reactions of your friends on your blog – which hold so much racists fodder and conjure up bile images of oppressive behavior and hateful attitudes.

1. Ethiopia is a nation of proud people with a glorious history of conquest and freedom far more than Sweden, therefore we don’t need nor ever asked for your ‘sympathy nor empathy’.

2. The dirty and unpleasant young adults screaming “you, you, you give money, money” are only using the few English words they know to communicate with you (which is more than you did to at least pick up a few words in their language to appease the situation instead of saying and feeling “get a job you lazy bastard, I rather burn my money than give it to you or I hope you starve to death” – again these words speak for themselves – and should make you embarrased and ashamed – because poverty has no no race nor region so one day you will fall vitim to it too and when that happens I hope people will not wish on you what you wish on those less fortunate.

3. ’Cycling has really been a secondary importance to these war-like conditions and god forsaken country’ – you really think that a country struggling to feed its people, educate its young, combat an onslaught of Malaria, HIV, and countless other infectious diseases has the ’luxury’ to trolop around the countryside for recreation?- shoving in the faces of the destitutethey meet how great they have it with their tailored bike gears, water bottles and malaria pills. WAKE UP and SMELL REALITY for you live in a dream land (protected by your father’s trustfund and a stolen inheretance of centuries of slavery and colonial rule).

4. As one of the South Africans on the trip noted – if you’re not a racist before you start traveling through Africa… Let me guess is this by any chance a ’White South African’ who has enjoyed years of racial subjugation and oprression of black people – how predictable!

5. I guess we are in a true African Experience, but their fucking dirt roads is ofcourse a joke with all the rocks and holes that make it almost impossible to travel on – again these roads were not built for your comfort nor are they as they were for the last 400 years a playground for the rich white folks. So if you don’t like it GO HOME! This trip is no more than a reflection of who you really are! A person’s truest nature is exposed in the harshest of times and yours is prevalent. There is no place for a biggotted racitst in this world.

6. Other incidious and inflamatory words used were: People who have not kept up with Evolution; the most stupid Ethiopians ; Hope that incompetents in this country can achieve some form of power ; Cowardly bastards; We all agree that no Western aid can ever serve this beggerparadise. Should they ever get straight to the misery in which they live, …they need to get their lazy asses off the ground and begin to make an effort. Aside from the bad english, spoken like a true bigotted, self-centered, heartless individual led by fear, hate, anger and one devoid of self-awareness and common sense. YOU HAVE NO PLACE VISITING or ASSOCIATING WITH AFRICANS – GO BACK TO YOUR SHELTERED WHITE CASTLE in SWEDEN and maybe then you don’t have to sleep in the bush with sand, dust, insects and shit. Nor accept that their is no water available throughout the day – You ask – how can they live under these conditions without ever acting and at least trying to improve the situation – it’s called crippling poverty due to exploitative global economic systems, uneven balance of power and conscriptive political environments that Ethiopia and many African nations find themeselves in but you wouldn’t know that what with your knowlege base being from Discovery channel and the Lonely Planet Guide. Ignorance is Bliss isn’t it ?

7. As for your friends who replied by saying : you are tougher than them, so you can do this – I say it’s Africa and the dirty and unpleasant kids that are essentially tougher and more dignified than Anna for they go through the indignities of having no shower, no water, no electricity nor food on a daily basis while they see throngs of wealthy Europeans used their land and homes as a giant playground and recreational outpost without paying for it as if they are entitled to it. Welcome to AFRICA and I hope your journey in Kenya is just as Miserable as your soul is.

In other words Payback is a Bitch!

source: abeshaunited.com

post Lost Identities

May 30th, 2009

Filed under: Opinions — Admassu @ 15:15

I came to love Sundays just for sake of the last song of the mass. They would keep on chanting the melody till all have paid their tribute to the church and gave their hard earned money. The longer they kept on repeating the melody the stronger was its grasping meditative power. And I wished each time it could went on like that forever.

When I have closed my eyes to disappear in the sad chorus of this last song, it felt as if I was bidding farewell to something essential that has been already gone.

“Israeli Gamadi” The last song of the mass.

It is now a ritual. I mean, this thing with the tribute paying. I see their faces and their expression when women, men and children stand up to give their final offer. It was obvious that they were doing it more for the others to see. They couldn’t have easily skipped what they have been doing for months or even for years. This community is built on repetitions that ended up being rituals. Rituals that has actually not been part of the historical identity of these people. Rituals that have started as a symbol of goodwill and ended up as an obligation.Normally the church is half filled but on special occasions over five hundred believers could fit in there.

I was fortunate enough to attend one of such occasions. Prior to this particular occasion they all were talking enthusiastically about these white preachers who were going to hold one of their country wide preaching-marathon here. The farmers have actually started to discuss about their coming for about a week before the awaited guests arrived. They were sure that these people from Norway were taking such a burden to come all the way to their small and poor village because they loved them so much and for that reason Jesus has shown them the way to them. They said those kind of things in such emotional manner that it usually left me irritated and speechless. So I preferred to keep my mouth shut and decided to make no comment. Though, I know the reality for I have lived in Europe for years. Nobody or no organization would take such a journey to remote places like this just because of love.

I asked my self: did these farmers really know about their own history and about who their ancestors were? Their ancestors, who have practiced the Gada System (The oldest democratic social system which has been practiced in the southern part of Ethiopia), have lived here for centuries long before Christianity found its way to Ethiopia. Not far from where this church was standing, there is an ancient graveyard with 3000 years old stone-curved obelisks.

But they were been told by the so-called messengers of the Almighty that all their past history and traditions were source of sin and they would not come to heaven if they keep on practicing them. They told them that their handicraft and handmade ornaments are earthly stuff that they should have to get rid of them if they want to sit beside Jesus in heaven on the judgment day. So, they got rid of their old silver necklaces, armbands and colorful handwoven garments, wood made household utensils. They have believed that various customs from their past were truly work of the devil. May be that was not the message that the preachers wanted to transmit in the beginning. May be the farmers have misinterpreted the core message of the preaching.  But it should still be the obligation and responsibility of those preachers to clear the misunderstanding before the damage took place.

Now, here were they sitting bundled in a big hall on a sunny Sunday morning unlike their ancestors who used to hold such social gatherings in the open air under huge trees.  Here were they sitting wearing china-made smuggled cloths and shoes and china-made chip plastic ornaments. Their huts are filled with plastic stuffs that surely were produced with unhealthy and environment-damaging process. Their once green bushes are littered by thrown away non-ecological plastic garbage. They wear forged and smuggled t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and trousers with forged labels of Nike, Adidas, Camel, Levis, etc. Many of them have spent a lot of money for DVD and CD players and TV sets with forged trademark labels of Sony, Phillips, LG, Sanyo, etc. There are two sad facts about this new imported materialist tradition: 1. Those things are extremely expensive comparing to their price and to the income of these farmers. 2. Those things were made with cheap parts that usually stop functioning within a period of few months….

…. now back to the church: On that particular Sunday I accompanied the others. I was too eager to witness the occasion. As we arrived there the church was filled to the brink of its capacity. Because of money shortages, doors and windows were not built in to the prepared holes for the last few years. Though the hall was filled with the odor of perspiration, the fresh air through the openings has made the situation bearable. Since the farmers here prefer to pray with doors and windows closed to prevent bad spirits from coming in, those open holes in the church wall have surely helped to prevent an unpleasant suffocation.

The moment we sat down my eyes were searching for the long awaited strangers. There, right in front of us they were seated on a long bench specially prepared for them facing the curious audience. On a table in front of them there were soft drinks. They were about seven. Frankly spoken, I was disappointed to see that they were all very young. Actually, most of them were teenagers who likely were away from their parents cozy domicile for the very first time.

As I talked with these kids from Norway after the mass, they told me that they had just finished a one year religion course and they were there to do their first practical training. So I thought, their arrival was to use the people here like their first test object. Thinking about that, I felt a certain anger boiling inside me. Sure before talking to them, I had that feeling that they were beginners because the whole preaching procedure was uncoordinated, confusing and boring. It was obvious that they weren’t prepared well and that they had no knowledge about the cultural background of the people. That somehow made the whole event superficial. These kids were only preaching and transmitting what they have learned for a year.

Was it really necessary to travel all the way and practice on poor farmers who obviously took the occasion very seriously and made quite a long journey to be there? Wasn’t it necessary to know the essential historical and social background of a people before meeting them to pour doctrines, principles and ways-of-life upon them?

For centuries, we know how many cultures, languages and civilizations were destroyed by those who thought they were doing God’s job. Recently the Vatican has apologized for those unrepairable atrocities that was caused by its missionaries. We also know that it was a necessary step to take even though centuries too late. The alarming reality is that the same mistake is still being done and precious cultures are disappearing these days. If those responsible for this damage come out after 100 years and say they are sorry, we know that would not repair the damage. Religion is good because its core message is love and respect to God and his creation. If any spreading process of a religion does not fulfill these two essential ingredients, then we have to be cautious because there is a hidden uncanny objective behind it.

Respect! Love!

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