Ethiopian Comedy

Maritan girl!

I do not feel like an alien. I was neither green, nor have pointed antennas with glittering eyes on them. Neither am I drooping with sticky blackish substance that leaves a mark to where I have been nor have an arched back that i labor under. I have two legs. Two hands. A pair of brown eyes, a nose, two uneven ears, a mouth (tongue, teeth-all 32 of them) and ofcourse a digestive system that pumps acid instead of whateveritisitssupposedtopump into my other system, whose name i forgot. Everything proper. Just like every other human being on the planet. Weird, isn’t it? That we are all alike, except for the color of our skin? That we have two hands, two eyes, a nose, two ears and a digestive system? Just like me?! However, that obviously isn’t enough for this paper that i was pondering over earlier, permanently stationed outside a grayish building on the top of which is written “Visa & Immigration Section”. I have been pondering, not out of hesitation but fearing the minute I signed (using my fingers, instead of paws, and a pen with a blue pink) under the black dotted line that says “Signature (of alien)” I would give up my right of being a perfect human being (with all human being-ish imperfections) and turn into something less human. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be an alien, but failed. It feels so lonely.

Then I tried to imagine what i would look like to “them”….