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    Since this thesis focuses on Tsegaye s plays and poems, connecting each selected works to a single agenda seems difficult for those who will read this paper. Tsegaye Gebre Medhin By Professor Negussie Ayele (Taken from an entry in Encyclopedia Aethiopica). The Poet Laureate Tsegaye Gebre Medhin was born on. Obituary, Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin, Ethiopian Poet Laureate, Dies at 69 He was even more prolific as a poet, publishing countless poems on topics from war.

    Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin. No living person more symbolizes the greatness of Ethiopian literature than this poet and playwright. A leader of Ethiopian intellectuals since the s, Tsegaye has shaped and survived tumultuous changes in Ethiopia's history. Today he remains a national treasure. Tsegaye was born in into a family as complex as Ethiopia. On his father's side were warriors, on his mother's, clergy. He is part Amhara and part Oromo. Birthed in a village, he was raised in a town. He attended church school, where he became fascinated with the Ethiopian form of poetry called qene, and then a British school, where he became fascinated with the Western form of drama called pantomime.

    After a short break of refreshments, L.

    Following Cmdr Assefa, Ato Teklemariam Mengistu, who knew the poet personally through work gave his own version of the great man and expressed how terribly sorry he was by the loss. The professionals and simple readers alike could appreciate his work. As person, however, Ato Teklemariam Mengistu found the poet one of the wonderful people on planet earth and prayed that his soul rest in peace.

    After the show, all the members of the cast gathered together his opinion about their performance.

    Very good! As one of the prolific men of letters in London, a poet in his own rights, Mentesinot presented his moving poem dedicated to the immoral legend of drama, poems and literature of Ethiopia. Just as the meeting was running to the finishing line, Ato Mentesinot asked the audience to let a young student of Blaten Geta Tsegaye Gebremedhin to be granted a one minute time to air her view of the great man.

    The audience approved it, and a young, talented and lovely girl sprung out of the audience and seized the microphone.

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    Within a brief span of time allotted to her, she explained that she was a graduate of the Theatrical Arts Department of Addis Ababa University, which Tsegaye himself found.

    While such accusations were hanging in the air, he was invited to address University students. After all that campaign, his opponents thought no one would attend his lecture and the all was going to be empty.

    A popular singer, Asnakech Worku, served as her professional idol. The training and later experience she received on stage from working with giant actors of the Ethiopian stage, with top playwrights and directors helped refine her own talent. After the training, she became a senior actress employed by the National Theatre and continued to act and write for the next 17 years. Her father finally came to see her playing Ophelia in Hamlet after she has been acting for 14 years, and revealed he was proud of her profession after all.

    In high school, she had become involved in the student movement opposing the imperial regime. In the 11th grade, she entered a writing competition open to all high School students in the city and represented her School, Medhane Alem Holy Savior School. The Other competitors introduced themselves as students from schools named after members of the royal family, in such a way as to honor the ruling elite.

    He has all the power, but he is not arrogant with His power and He does not abuse it.

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    She won the competition. She was briefly jailed by the imperial government but was quickly rescued by a neighbour of her grandmother. Her father and Alem both agreed on the issue of opposing the regime. Around that time, the artists at the National Theater held a demonstration to press their demands for pension benefits and the right to form a union.

    When some EPRP members began to pass out leaflets opposing the military regime, the police opened fire and 11 artists Were arrested and jailed. But empires who consume with blind greed have throughout history been consumed by the power of the people. The Greeks have, the Romans have, so have many empires.

    But the nation by the people, to the people, and for the people will triumph again. What does it mean to you to be an Ethiopian? A simple human being.

    Conscious of African history, African civilization, African culture. Conscious of world civilization, world culture, of equality, of world brotherhood, I think that has been what the ancient history of Africa, the ancient history of Ethiopia has meant to us.

    What it still means to us. So we, as we go to America to learn, the Americans must come here to learn. To humble themselves before the ancestors, not to be arrogant, that's what Ethiopia means. I was going to see about having a book published there because the censorship had stopped it from being published here in Addis Abeba. A classmate suggested it might be published freely in Asmera. This is the period when Eritrea was rejoined to the motherland, Ethiopia.

    My first leg of the trip was to Woldia, Tigray. Nothing of the situation there had been heard or written or broadcast about in the capital, so I came face to face with hell. That is, famine. I was only 29 years old. In Dese, we arrived in the evening, and the bus was surrounded by so many people, there were rows of people asking for help.

    More than what I was acquainted with in Addis Abeba. Very early in the morning, like a. Then we crossed this high plateau, across Alimata? Again, it was toward evening. I was told to stay on the bus.

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    Our bus was surrounded by police, to protect us from the people. They were surging forward, thronging toward the bus. This elder person who was sitting next to me, he reached below his chair and found a sack of bread that he had bought in Dese, and there was another lady who was doing it on the other end of the window.

    I was unprepared, I didn't know what to expect, but these people knew something was happening so they were ready for it. So, they were handing out this bread with their hands, they were dropping bread and it was caught by so many hands trying to grab it, trying to get more. And some crumbs fell on the back of the head of a little woman who was carrying a lean, thin, hungry child.

    When the bread dropped, she tried to grasp it from the back of her neck, but the child had already grasped it and desperately stuffed it in his mouth. Then the police, who were carrying large sticks, struck this woman and she fell. The child was thrown off her back and onto the ground. This man who was sitting next to me, I subconsciously put my hand in his big khaki overcoat, and I pulled out something, it was a gun. He suddenly grasped me and cursed, asking if I was mad.

    We couldn't go into the little cafeteria there. Most of us preferred to stay on the bus and so we continued to the capital Mekele, about km away from Quahay. The whole city was screaming. It was almost night when we arrived there.

    Esat Wey Abeba (Tsegaye g.medhin) እሣት ወይ አበባ ፀጋዬ ገብረመድህን

    I sat up the whole night in a small cafeteriathey called it a hotel. The news was too much, something terrifying, something I had not heard of. And, of course, the police had surrounded the hotel; they were protecting us from the people.

    But at dawn, the cafeteria service came in with a glass of tea and a piece of bread. I opened my window and I looked out toward where the noise was coming from, a sort of square. With my small piece of bread, I rushed toward where I saw a small human creature.

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