【I picked one of your husbands and wrote him a letter.】 You | Scribbles

【I picked one of your husbands and wrote him a letter.】

Your widow, she is married now.
Actually she has been married a couple of times after you.
Some did right by her.
And some have wronged her completely.
But she has managed to outlive every one of them.

Your widow, she sang at your funeral and read poetry.
I guess it would settle some part of you to know she still remembers you.
She does.
Sometimes she recites the poems she wrote you in her sleep.
And I know this because I sleep with her.
That was how I came to know you.

*ማረክን እንዳይሉ ሰው የለ በእጃቸው
ገደልን እንዳይሉ ሞቶ ጠበቃቸው
ምን ይሉ እንግሊዞች ሲገቡ ሀገራቸው?*

ካሳ።
There has been no official ceremony but your widow, I think she is my bride now.
And I don't know how you managed to stay in this marriage without couple's therapy but I don't think I have it in me to stay with her.

Everything is the way you remember it.
Those people that were divided amongst themselves and fought,
those people you tried to conquer?
Still there, only with different faces.
Those people you tried to send to work to change your widow's life?
Still sitting, manifesting hate.
And that corruption you tried so hard to get rid?
Still standing at the top of your widow's head.
Every single thing is the way you remember it, if not worse.

*ታሪኩን የማያውቅ ትውልድ አይደል ያለፈ ስህተቱን የሚደግመው?*

And your widow, she has so many children from different fathers.
I guess you knew that about her.
But did they always fought and tried to kill each other?

And somehow as an aspiring man of your widow's house, all her burdens worry me.
But everytime I try and carry the load she does, it breaks me.
And I am not sure I have it in me to get mended anymore.

Your widow, she sleep cries every night.
What terrifies me though, is the smile she has when she remembers you.
You who died for her pain.
And everytime you bring smile to her face from the dead
I worry for what's out there waiting for me...
ገድላህ ጀግና ያለችህ ሀገር
ገድላኝ ጀግኒት ትለኝ ይሆን?

-ዳግማዊ ቴዎድሮስ


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