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A Woman Writer in Support of Womanhood

Chiqa Adi. Ghenet Sium. Asmara, 2002; pp. 117-148. When an artist comes up with a work on a subject s/he knows well, there may exist wider opportunity on the artist’s side to bring out the essence of the issue to

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ፊልም “ትማሊ” — ታሪኽ’ዶ ልብ-ወለድ?

ሓፈሻዊ መእተዊ ፊልም “ትማሊ” ንከባቢ ዓሰርተ-ሓደ ኣዋርሕ (2009-2010) ወትሩ ሰንበት ብመገዲ ኤሪ-ቲቪ እትፍኖ ዝነበረት ተኸታታሊት ፊልም እያ፣ እዚኣ ፊልም’ዚኣ። ንገለ ክፋል ቃልሲ ህዝቢ ኤርትራ ኣብ ከባቢ ዕስራ ሰዓታት — ማለት 45 ክፋላት — ከተርኢ ዝፈተነት’ያ ነይራ፣ ጸሓፊን ኣላዪን’ታ ፊልም ኣቶ

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ፊልም “ትማሊ” — ታሪኽ’ዶ ልብ-ወለድ?

ሓፈሻዊ መእተዊ ፊልም “ትማሊ” ንከባቢ ዓሰርተ-ሓደ ኣዋርሕ (2009-2010) ወትሩ ሰንበት ብመገዲ ኤሪ-ቲቪ እትፍኖ ዝነበረት ተኸታታሊት ፊልም እያ፣ እዚኣ ፊልም’ዚኣ። ንገለ ክፋል ቃልሲ ህዝቢ ኤርትራ ኣብ ከባቢ ዕስራ ሰዓታት — ማለት 45 ክፋላት — ከተርኢ ዝፈተነት’ያ ነይራ፣ ጸሓፊን ኣላዪን’ታ ፊልም ኣቶ

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Great Work of Art Comes from Within As January 14th, 2011 had an exceptionally bright morning for the coldest season of Asmara, it was a pleasant element to discuss about art outdoors over a macchiato. The artist was so punctual

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Balcony Piece IV

Most of the people in the metro train rushed out of the cool coach at Kashmere Gate where they always rush into the returning one. I have always pondered about Ezra Pound’s poem “In the Station of Metro” when the

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Balcony Piece III

Her perfume still in my nostrils as a hangover from strong liquor that begs for more has kept me up all night to welcome the dawn with its strong sprout sun as I take my tenth bath of the day

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Balcony Piece II

Despite the hot season, my feet in socks against mosquito attacks, I sat in my balcony for my morning study break ritual. Enjoying the fresh air, I laughed at the tiny creatures swarming around me unable to penetrate my protection

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Balcony Piece II

Despite the hot season, my feet in socks against mosquito attacks, I sat in my balcony for my morning study break ritual. Enjoying the fresh air, I laughed at the tiny creatures swarming around me unable to penetrate my protection

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Balcony Piece I

One hand fighting with mosquitoes using a bat, a simple specimen of electrocution; another smsing with another sleepless soul for the immensely wide syllabus of DU; my fan creaking as it blows my unkempt countable hair that has seemed evenly

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