*ዳስ ጣል ለትግራይ* A Shelter of Grief for the Fallen Giant
Do you know what a ዳስ ጣል is? It is not a song. It is not a poem. It is a tearing of the soul made visible. It is what we do when a giant falls — when someone so immense, so irreplaceable, leaves this earth that the living cannot simply weep and move on. They must build a shelter. They must gather under it. They must sit in the dust, tear their clothes, and brief each other on the magnitude of the loss. Tedy Afro sang ዳስ ጣል for Ethiopia. He believed Ethiopia had died. But I am no longer sure I was ever married to that Ethiopia. The Ethiopia that Abiy Ahmed rules — the Ethiopia that bombed our hospitals, starved our children, appointed a puppet president named Tadesse Werede (breaded like bread by the genocidaire himself) — that Ethiopia is not my mother. My mother is Tigray. And Tigray, my brothers and sisters, is the giant that has fallen. So I raise this ዳስ ጣል for Tigray. Not because she is dead — no, never dead — but because she has been wounded so deeply that only a shelter of grief...