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Chicken crossing..

In Uncategorized on August 8, 2007 at 10:57 am

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road ?

[ The Ethiopian Version ] 

Haile Gebre-Silassie: It doesn’t matter why the chicken crossed the street… what matters is that it crossed it in record time… and ahead of the Kenyan chicken.

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Average ye-Mammosh-inat on the Street: Was it a gebsimma doro…? egzio y’adadeewa Mariyam, what have I done to offend you that you let a gebsimma doro cross my path…?

Ababba Tesfaye: You see, children, once upon a time, in a distant land, there used to be a chicken that laid golden eggs… the moral of the story, children, is that every street you cross will come back to haunt you… especially you by the window.

Girma Cheru: And-hulet-and-hulet… what? and-hulet- oh… don’t worry, it’ll cross back. And then back again, 19 more times. And-hulet-and-hulet- and then it’ll do 25 push-ups… and-hulet-and- and 45 sit-ups…

TekleTSadiQ Mekuria: 3,702 chickens have crossed streets since the time of Atse Libne-Dingil. Several have crossed during the time of Atse Tewodros, and then again during the time of Atse Yohannes. Fabio DiConte puts the number at 3,705 [ See #6. pp.66-666 ]

Poet Laureate TSegaye Gebremedhin: Chickens crossing the road is an ancient Egyptian custom… er…… in fact, er………… , the word ‘chicken’ itself is, er…….., derived from the words ‘Chi‘ and ‘Qin‘, short for ‘yi-Chi‘ ‘QinQinam‘ which is related to… anyway, did you say you were from Gonder?

AleQa Gebrehanna: Litdegim… Dawit’n. Beats me why anyone would name a rooster “Dawit”.

SELEDA Mail Editor: Yikes and yowzer! We certainly don’t know, but we thinks that it’s one of them asadagi yebedelachew ye Nazret School graduates caught in the treacherous, rah-rah-siss-boom-bah, cycle of promiscuity … get laid… then lay… get laid… then lay… but that’s between them and ye Qulubeew Mike.

SELEDA Male Editor: Did you say chick? or just chicken?

Disgruntled SELEDA Reader: Why you poepel make fan of our belovd cheeken? stop talking about crossing straits, and axept the one tru cheeken as your saver.

Atse Tewodros: Belu tolo! Catch that chicken and its entire clan and cut off their wings and hang ‘em from their necks… also, any chickens on the other side found wearing a TimTim, cut off their wings and throw them off the MeQdela afaf… any chickens found wearing a shurubba, give them a velvet kabba.

Berhanu Zerihun: Which chicken? The chicken on the eve of the revolution…? the chicken during the revolution…? or the chicken in the aftermath of the revolution…? Read the rest of this entry »