Aklilu Berhane - ባህቱ ኩሎ ሃዲጎ ኮነ መሥተጋድለ በእንተ ህዝብ ኢትዮጵያ ወበተጋድሎቱ ኮነ ሰማዕተ

“ናይ ዓሻ ምልክቱ ዘረብኡ ሓጻርያ ንሳውን ብንዴትያ”
ኣክሊሉ ኣብ ኣክሱም ናይተማሃሮ ኣኼባ ካብ ተዛረቦ ዘረባ

Aklilu Berhane

“Aklilu Berhane ፈላስፋ እዩ ኔሩ” - Abay Woldu, President of Tigray National Regional State.
“Aklilu Berhane was a philosopher”-Tewelde G/michael – Current Director of Atse Yohannes High School (Mekelle)
"ኣክሊሉ ርቱእ አዩ ኔሩ። የርድእ ኔሩ። መድረኽ ይፈቱ ኔሩ ።ዓለም ረቲዑ ነወጸ ኔሩ” ኣባ ማሜ (ኣክሱም)
“ኣክሊሉ ኣብ ፖለቲክኡ ውዒሉ ትምህርቱ ቀዳማይ ይወጽእ ኔሩ።“ ኣክሊሉ የምህረና ኔሩ” “ትቆልዓ ንሱኮ!” መምህር ኣርኣያ (ኣክሱም)
“ኣክሊሉ ቤተ መፃሕፍቲ ከፊቱ ይዓፅዋ ኔሩ” ሊቀ ለባስ ኪሮስ ኣባይ (ኣክሱም)
“ድሕሪ ኣክሊሉ ዝዛረብ ሰብ ኣይነበረን” ሃለቃ ተክኤ (ኣክሱም)
“ብሪልያንት” ተጋዳላይ ፍስሃ ዘሪሁን ( ለንደን) ፣ ጀነራል ሳሞራ የኑስ ወዘተ….

Merigeta/Yeneta Berhane Abaddi (RIP Father)

On Saturday May 8, 1951, at noon (6 o’clock Ethiopian time), Aklilu was born to Merigeta/Yeneta Berhane Abaddi and Weizero Medhin Teka in Axum. He emerged from the womb of his mother at lunch time, perfect time to join family and friends when their stomach was full and they were relatively content and ready to welcome him with excitement, a smart move by baby Aklilu. The oldest of 9 siblings, he grew up watching students of our late father learning and rehearsing “mahlet/ማህሌት” He was born at a time where the crops and vegetation were destroyed by locusts that invaded the region which led to mass starvation and resulted in the deaths of tens of thousands of people. The era is still known as "The Era of the locust" “ዘበን ኣምበጣ.” According to a recently written book about Mihrey W/yohannes, Mihrey was forced to migrate to Western Tigray as Adiet/ዓዴት where Mihrey is from was one of the hardest hit weredas by the locust invasion. His beloved wife and three children died en route to their destination of starvation and an endemic (ሕማም ጸለውታ) that coincided with the total destruction of the crops and livestock. The stress caused by the deaths of his loved ones is what probably triggered his manic-depressive events and eventually brought him to Axum where he became a legend because of his wit, sarcasm, and wisdom. Fortunately, Aklilu was not affected by the famine that had biblical dimensions and grew up to become one of the brightest kids in his town.

W/ro medhin Teka(babi) RIP dear mother

Aklilu was a voracious reader and a fierce debater, brilliant political scientist and an artist, a student of philosophy indeed. His understanding and knowledge of the political economy of his era was so deep that most politicians hesitated to talk after his presentation. He had an uncanny ability to connect with his audience when he takes the stage. His friends and foes (cadres) alike admired him for his intellect. He was on his way to greatness, on his way to the halls of the finest learning institutions.

Aklilu developed a love for books at an early age and was biblically literate. When he was in elementary school, he begged our parents to purchase a bible for him to read and they did. He then bought an English version of the bible when he was in junior high. He read them all. He was fluent in the English language and that is what probably helped him get acquainted with American and European tourists who visited Axum. Whenever he received money from his friends in the West, Aklilu spent significant amount of the gift from his friends on books. He was a frequent visitor of the tiny library in Axum where he spent countless hours reading from open to close.

Aklilu excelled not only in social studies, but also in mathematics and the sciences. He was always one of the top ranking students in Axum and later in Mekelle. He once told his classmates in his Math class that the teacher did the calculation wrong. His classmates encouraged Aklilu to correct the teacher’s mistakes. The teacher then allowed Aklilu to get up and do the math, step by step, on the blackboard and he told his students afterwards that he was proud to have such an extremely talented and outstanding student. In fact, his average score in Mathematics was 100% in 10^th grade, a perfect score, and a rare occurrence achieved only by a fraction of students anywhere in the world.

A replica of a cross Aklilu made in the 1960's(original in Axum)

He was one of select few students who traveled to Asmara to take an entrance exam into the acclaimed General Wingate School in Addis Ababa. After completing his first 8 years of education in Axum, his home town, he made a decision to go to Mekelle in search of better educators and better school. He travelled to Mekelle with his mother, Babi, and found out that the classes at Atse Yohannes were filled up and the school had to admit out- of- town students based on a lottery. Aklilu was lucky enough to be one of the winners and was admitted to the school.

Aklilu -Abraha Atsbaha Elementary School

Away from his parents and siblings, Aklilu continued to excel in his school work in Mekelle. He was one of the top students at Atse Yohannes Secondary School and an active member of TPLF.

After being absent from school the second half (second semester) of 1969 due to the unrest, Aklilu sat for the Ethiopian School Leaving Certificate Examination and passed with flying colors as expected. Unfortunately, Addis Ababa was a battle ground and young men and women were being slaughtered everywhere. My uncle, Tesfay Abadi, was one of the victims and lost his life in 1970 in Addis Ababa as a result.

Aklilu, for obvious reasons, decided to forgo joining Addis Ababa University and became a Dugoma teacher and taught for a year in Zana, Tigray.

Red Terror

In May of 1970, hundreds of students who were suspected of being members and sympathizers of TPLF were rounded up and jailed in a makeshift Red Terror prison. Aklilu was in Zana and our family informed him about the mass incarceration and advised him not to come to Axum. Aklilu comes to Axum against the advice of his parents sometime in June of 1970.

According to my recollection, Girmai Tessema was a wannabe Cadre and harassed the kids in our neighborhood at Kebelle 08. The community then accused him of brandishing his firearm at their kids and requested the city officials to discourage him from acting recklessly while carrying a weapon that could potentially put their children in harms way. Afewerki Alemseged, the butcher, was assigned to resolve the issue and came to the community (Kebelle) meeting which was held in the front yard of the Church of Christ. I was at the meeting and so was Aklilu. Before Afewerki started addressing the crowd, he pointed his finger at Aklilu and said “ተነስ” and ordered his junior cadre to take Aklilu to the Red Terror Prison.

Red Terror Prison-Axum

The rooms of the building on the left were turned into torture chambers. Hundreds of students and alleged supporters of TPLF were tortured and maimed here. The prisoners were housed in a tent on the right side of this building. Aklilu was one of the prisoners and immediately became an active participant in the political debates. He was basically teaching the prisoners political science. According to fellow prisoners, when Aklilu spoke everyone listened attentively, speaking after him was a tough act to follow for many including the Derg cadres who jailed him.

Before he was imprisoned, we had already witnessed the execution of students where their corpses were scattered throughout the town in order to terrorize the residents. As I was writing this piece, I read an article written by Embaye Dedimas titled “ጉልሓይ” on AIGA Forum. Here is what he wrote about a hero named Kindeya Teklu (Memhir Haile Teklu?) who was a victim of the Red terror in Axum and whose badly tortured and mutilated body I saw with my own eyes laying on the street ፡

“… እዚ ጅግና ዝተውሃቦ ዕማም ውድቡ ኣብ ምፍፃም እናሃለወ ኣብ ዓይኒ ጥርጥር ወዲቑ ብደርጋውያን ኣብ ትሕቲ ቁፅፅር ደርጋውያን ወዲቑ፡፡ ከምቶም ኩሎም እሱራት ፖለቲካ ተጋደልቲ ዝበፅሖም ኩሎም ዓይነታት ስቓይ ኣታኣናጊዱ፡፡ ሚስጥር ህ.ወ.ሓ.ት ከውፅእ ምእንታን ልዕሊ ዓቐን ስቓይ በዚሕዎ፡፡

ሓደ እዋን ግን : “ሕራይ ሚስጥር ክነግረኩምስ ሻሂ ሃቡኒሞ ክነቓቓሕ” ምስ በሎም መርመርቲ ብታሕጓስ ልቦም እናወቕዑ ሻሂ ኣዚዞም ንብፅባሒትኡ ቆፀሮ ሒዛቶም፡፡ ወጋሕታ ናብ ናይ ክንደያ ክፍሊ ምስ ኣተዉ ግን ፈፂሞም ዘይገመትዎ ኣብ ወያነታት ዓለም ክዝረብ ሰሚዐምዎ ዘይፈልጡ ኩነታት ገጢምዎም ፀኒሑ፡፡ ኣብ ክፍሊ ክንደያ ዝንጥብጠብ ደም ሕራነ እምበር ዝንጥብጠብ ሚስጥር ህወሓት ኣይረኸቡን፡፡ ክንደያ እታ ናይ ሻሂ ኩባያ ሰይሩ ፍርቂ መልሓሱ በቲኹ ደርብይዋ፡፡ ካብቲ ካብ መልሓሱ ዘንጠብጠበ ደም ጠሚዑ ኣብ መንደቕ “ህወሓት ትዕወት እያ!!” ኢሉ ፅሒፉ፡፡ እታ ዘይትተረፍ መስዋቲ ከፊሉ -ተረሺኑ ኣብ ጎደናታት ኣኽሱም ተዘርጊሑ፡፡ …” This was an ultimate sacrifice paid by a genuine hero who stood firm on what he believed in and these kind of heroes are what our nation is in need of today. We ought to identify and expose myopic and wishy-washy politicians and flip-floppers; we owe it to our martyrs, the rarest gemstones!When my brother Aklilu decided to break free from the notorious prison, he was fully aware of the consequences of his action. The chances of getting apprehended or getting shot while fleeing from the heavily fortified prison was extremely high, however he made a heroic and bold decision and warded off torture, torment, humiliation,and execution by the throwbacks. ንኣፈውርቂ ኣለምሰገድ ደም ዘንበዐ ተባዕን ጅግናን መንእሰይ እዩ ኔሩ ኣክሊሉ ብርሃነ! ርቱእ እዩ ኔሩ ኣክሊሉ! ናይ ሌማት ቅርጽን ከም ነፋሒቶ ዝቀያየር መልክዕን ፀባይን ኣይነበሮን ፡፡

Following the gruesome and horrific acts committed by the Derg Cadres, fear reigned in Axum. The air was filled with terror. Members of the “kinet” were instructed by Goliad ( I assume it is his nick name), a Handicap man , to go around town and sing and dance at the sites where the students were executed and their corpses were left all day for the people of Axum to see. For the first time in my life, I saw dead bodies of young men lying on the dirt roads of the city; I saw the only female victim shot in the head, and a piece of her scull lying few centimeters from her body . Some of the dead (martyrs) might have pitched in to purchase Goliad’s bicycle since the school was located on the outskirts of the town, not an easy task for a poor and disabled student like Goliad to go back and forth on foot. It is during this period that the honorable Mihrey W/Yohannes said: “ዘይ ደርፍን ከበሮን ካሊእ ዘይፈልጥ መንግስቲ”

Daring Escape from prison

On August 19^th, 1970, early in the morning, my mother packed Aklilu’s breakfast and lunch and headed to the prison as usual. One prisoner was assigned daily to receive the food and pass it to his fellow prisoners. The prisoner on duty that morning told my mother that Aklilu might be in the bathroom. Since it was early in the morning, he might not have known about his escape. In the evening of that same day, I happened to take his dinner. The prisoner on duty told me, whispering, that Aklilu had escaped in the middle of the night. I couldn’t believe what I heard; it seemed like a strange dream.

Few meters away from where I was, I saw Afewerki Alemesged standing and speaking in front of the prisoners. I was later told that he was talking about the new prison rules and regulations. Before Aklilu’s escape, the prisoners were allowed to go to the rest room (open air) anytime, 24 hour a day. According to the new rules, the prisoners had to use the rest room by 6 pm (12 o’clock, Ethiopian time)

I went back home and told my parents that Aklilu allegedly had escaped from prison. My late mother, Babi, fainted and collapsed; I remember her lying on the floor of our house,wailing. My late father, Merigeta Berhane Abaddi, a parchment maker who used to work without breaks from sunrise to sunset, stopped writing abruptly. My mother, her face stained by her tears, and I went to the vicinity where the prison was located and asked few people that we knew if the cadres have killed Aklilu . I remember my mother asking Berhane Bihon, May God Bless his soul, a librarian, who worked right in front of the prison; he told us that he hasn’t heard or seen anything. No one outside of the Red-Terror prison had any clue as far as what happened the night Aklilu had escaped. My mother and I headed back home, to Gezaagumai. My parents were devastated. They thought he was executed and his body dumped somewhere. Our neighbors and family friends have no idea that our family was grieving. As many other grief-stricken families who have lost their loved ones during the Terror, our house was filled with sorrow, with no one to comfort us. After few days, it was confirmed that he had escaped from that notorious prison; he slipped from the jaws of death indeed.

Afewrki Alemseged was so upset that he cried, cried because Aklilu was on his list to be executed during the second round of the Red Terror campaign in September, 1971. Belay Zemichael , originally from Axum, was one of the first victims of the Red Terror in Mekelle and Afewerki was fully aware that Aklilu and Belay were good friends (comrades); he thought he had yet the biggest prize on his hand come September. Aklilu, however, cheated death by escaping from this heavily fortified prison.

The books follow Aklilu

The number of peasants and traders in the countryside who used to come to the towns and sell their grains, livestock, and other commodities declined precipitously. The cost of grains and burning wood sky-rocketed and movement of people to and out of all towns of Tigrai was restricted and the cost of living became extremely high. Towns in Tigray turned into giant open prisons where the citizens were constantly stalked and harassed by supporters of the regime.

Haleka Tesfay who resided in Bet-Gergis, a nearby village North of Axum, was one of those citizens who took advantage of the situation and was engaged in buying the grains from TPLF held small towns and villages and selling them at a profit in Axum. I believe that is when he came across Aklilu somewhere in the TPLF controlled areas of Tigray and Aklilu requested him to bring him the books that he left behind. Haleka Tesfay asked my parents to pack Aklilu’s books so that he can take them to TPLF administered areas and hand them to Aklilu. This could have put my parents and Haleka Tesfay himself in jeopardy, had the Dergists learned about the shipment of the books to someone who is wanted by the Cadres. Nonethless, Haleka Tesfay knew how to get in and out of town without being detected at the many checkpoints, where one of them was by our house in Gezaagumai. The books were placed in a sack and Haleka Tesfay takes them. I’m not sure if Aklilu was reunited with his books.

Political Commissar

According to his comrades, it took several years of service or experience to be a Ganta leader or political commissar, however, because of his intellect and bravery, Aklilu quickly became a political commissar and Ganta leader at only 19 years of age. War was raging all over Tigray; this period was what TPLF calls “ራብዓይ ወራ ር”Aklilu most probably was fatally wounded in April/May of 1971 E.C., with in less than a year of joining TPLF. As of this writing, I am in contact with his comrades and it looks like I might be able to find out the village in Western Tigray where he was buried in an unmarked grave and we hope to bring his remains back to Axum and put him to rest alongside his parents at the Church of Christ.

The Search for Aklilu

In 1986, I traveled from Stuttgart to Frankfurt to attend a public meeting organized by TPLF supporters where the Keynote speaker was Ambassador Seyoum Mesfin. After the conclusion of the meeting, I approahed Seyoum Mesfin and asked him if he knew my brother, Aklilu Berhane. He told me that he knew several tegadelti ( TPLF fighters) named Aklilu. The description that he gave me didn't match my brother's.

My Mother, as many other Mothers of Tegadelti, travelled all over Tigrai looking for Aklilu, to see her first born child, hopping to give him a bear hug . Our neighbor and good friend, a TPLF fighter, recently told me that he met Mother (Babi) in Chila (ጭላ) while she was looking for Aklilu. We now know that he was killed (martyred) in 1971 right around his TWENTIETH birthday. However, Babi was still looking for him up until the fall of the Derg, that is when my parents were told that their beloved son, brilliant, a promising student, the cream of the crop, well-read, an all around student, a philosopher, and a wise young man actually didn’t make it back. He passed away somewhere in Western Tigrai. TPLF officials expressed their condolences and offered my parents some cash and a Kalashnikov. My parents turned down the cash and the rifle.

Hashenge/Mereb River

This is not Lake Hashenge; this place is in Western Tigrai. TPLF had regional/mobile hospitals or clinics in and around Hashenge, by the Ethio-Eritrean border or the Mereb River run by Abebe Wezam, who later defected to the Derg. Aklilu was admitted for treatment to these mobile clinics in 1971. He was severely wounded, his leg muscles torn and his femur fractured by a bullet at a battle in Selekleka, a town located halfway between Axum and Shire. Since he was one of the most badly injured fighters, unable to walk, he depended on the medical team to move him around from one station to the other in order to avoid an attack by the Derg regime. According to Aman Ibrahim, a veteran TPLF fighter who was also wounded and was getting his medical treatment for his injury on his hand, Aklilu was suffering from an excruciating pain and had developed gangrene. Gangrene is a dead body tissue caused by the loss of blood supply following an injury or infection. There are many types of gangrene and Aklilu might have had what they call “gas gangrene.”

“Gas gangrene typically affects deep muscle tissue. If you have gas gangrene, the surface of your skin may initially appear normal. As the condition progresses, your skin may become pale and then evolve to a gray or purplish-red color. A bubbly appearance to your skin may become apparent, and the affected skin may make a crackling sound when you press on it because of the gas within the tissue. Gas gangrene is commonly caused by infection with the bacterium Clostridium perfringens, which develops in an injury or surgical wound that's depleted of blood supply. The bacterial infection produces toxins that release gas — hence the name "gas" gangrene — and cause tissue death. Like wet gangrene, gas gangrene can be life-threatening. (MayoClinic.com)

As I mentioned above, my brother-Akliu Berhane- was severely wounded, his thigh bone fractured and unable to walk. He had to depend on a healthcare team led by a cold-hearted, ruthless, self-centered, and emotionless man in this remote area of Tigray to move from point A to point B. A young man who made a heroic decision to escape from the jaws of death, once again ,found himself under difficult circumstances fighting for his life in this secluded place of Tigray with very limited or no mobility and gangrene poisoning his body and bacteria eating his flesh. He was stranded and stuck in the jaws of certain death this time around. He must have died after suffering from an intense and extremely excruciating pain where there was basically no pain medicine available to alleviate his suffering.

The sacrifice of over Sixty-thousand young men and women is not cheap!

The war that ended after 17 years of bitter struggle has claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of young men and women, the best and the brightest, the cream of the crop of Tigrians who could have tremendously contributed to their motherland had they somehow survived the carnage. Wounded warriors are everywhere. It is common to see amputees with one or more missing limbs strolling on wheelchairs on sidewalks, or walking with crutches, and many more suffering from PTSD.

The most productive, educated, and enlightened generation in the history of our country was gone within one decade. The generation that we lost, the greatest generation, was the first to attend modern education in relatively large numbers. Their sacrifice is a huge tragedy that has inflicted an irreparable damage to our country and had colossal negative impact on our people’s endeavor to defeat poverty for generations to come. Our impoverished, but proud and historic nation was in need of an educated work force capable of eradicating poverty, an educated force that could have defended her in the international courts forcefully and elegantly, and was longing to produce intellectuals who could have become leaders and represented and served her well in the international diplomatic front. Our nation, with the help of this young and vibrant educated generation was well on its way and yearning to become the greatest nation it once was. Unfortunately, they are not here with us today; they paid the ultimate sacrifice, hoping to bring a lasting peace to all Ethiopians.

There is no one family that has not been afflicted by this brutal war in Tigray which was accompanied by the infamous famine of 1984. Entire families were wiped out as a result; hundreds of thousands of them were permanently displaced from their homes; thousands more died during the resettlement program campaign by the Derg regime. This war was one of the costliest and deadliest civil wars in the history of our nation.

As an Ethiopian citizen from the Tigray region, I too was negatively affected by this war. I was jailed and interrogated by Afewrki Alemseged in the very prison where my brother spent over two months before his escape. I was tortured as a teenager in December 1971 E.C. Afewerki asked me why I didn’t let the authorities know that I was a member of TPLF. He wanted to know if I was influenced or brainwashed by my brother. I told the King of the cadres that I never had any communication with Aklilu as he was in Mekelle during my adolescent years. He then said: “Aklilu is in Zana, I will have my soldiers capture him and bring him back here to face justice.” Fortunately, I was released and was able to complete high school under extremely difficult circumstances.

Right after I completed high school in 1975, I was interviewed for a compulsory adult education teaching position in Axum and its environs by a team of representatives from the women’s association, cadres, youth association etc… Although Aklilu, as I found out recently, died in 1971, the man who represented the cadres asked me if I get in touch with Aklilu. Imagine, this interview took place four years after Aklilu had paid the ultimate sacrifice. My response was “NO,” “I don’t.” After the overthrow of the Derg regime, the same cadre who asked me the question was alive and well. I saw him walking on the very streets where the victims of the Red Terror were shot dead by his comrades.

After years of silence and hibernation, I decided to dig more and find out what my brother was like as a high school teenager and as a TPLF combatant. I knew he was an exceptional student; however, I was unaware that he was dubbed a scientist and a philosopher by his peers and teachers. Most of the documents that belonged to Aklilu were burnt or destroyed during the Derg era; nonetheless, I was able to get a copy of his transcript from the High school he attended and his Certificate from the Ministry of Education. Both his transcript and the certificate depict that he truly was one of the top students in his class. His French was an A+ and he scored 100% in Geosciences and 100% in Mathematics in grades 9th and 10^th respectively. The person who handed me the Certificate below was impressed particularly by his result in the Amharic language. She commented that not so many students from Tigray score this high in the Amharic language. She expressed her heartfelt sadness and went on to say that Aklilu could have made significant contribution to his country if he was alive and that there is nothing, as humans, we can do to bring him back.

Everyone loved Aklilu and the late Asefa Mamo, who was one of TPLF’s high ranking officials, as I have recently learned, admired and loved Aklilu too. Had I known that Asefa Mamo and Aklilu knew each other, I could have found out about his passing longtime ago from Asefa Mamo who was stationed in Washinton DC. Asefa Mamo was a no-nonsense kind of leader and no wonder he adored Aklilu who was also a no-nonsense kind of leader who joined TPLF armed with the most powerful weapon in his arsenal-knowledge.

Aklilu Berhane-One of brilliant minds of Ethiopia -paid the ultimate possible sacrifice for his people and he is not here with us today. Although the outcome of the struggle he was involved in was obviously an utter failure in regards to the sovereignty and territorial integrity of our nation, let me remind you, the weakest links, hypocrites, and sycophants out there that, the sacrifice paid by the most productive, brilliant, and selfless young Tigrians is not cheap and let’s not squander the hard-fought peace achieved by our heroes. The people of Tigray have paid an extremely heavy price during the struggle to topple the military junta led by Mengistu Hailemariam so that you and I can have a better future and live in peace.

To those of us still alive and kicking, let’s praise the lord that we have made it this far unscathed with our upper and lower extremities intact. Let’s praise the lord that we are not one of the over 60- thousand martyrs and hundreds of thousands of severely wounded veterans and civilians.

To those of you, masters of the art of hypocrisy and wolves in sheep’s clothing, who are touring the west and apologizing to the enemy after having been involved in denying our nation an access to the sea, and have committed what I call the “crime of the century,” and are currently working hand in hand with anti-Tigrian agitators and hate groups, must know that the people of Tigray are patient and will remain patient as they have been for centuries; hence , as Abraham Lincoln said, “ you can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.” Yes, you might have fooled the people of Tigray once, but you cannot and will not continue to fool the people of Tigray all of the time. Tigrians are not your cannon fodder (bullet bait) any longer. Today’s Tigrian mothers and fathers won’t allow you to round up their precious sons and daughters and get them slaughtered for your foolish cause as you have successfully done in the past. I advise you to stop littering the cyberspace with your nonsensical lies to make a buck or two at the expense of our heroic people; it is high time that you stop pouring salt into our wounds. You hypocrites!

To be continued....

Aklilu Berhane - ባህቱ ኩሎ ሃዲጎ ኮነ መሥተጋድለ በእንተ ህዝብ ኢትዮጵያ ወበተጋድሎቱ ኮነ ሰማዕተ

ባህቱ ኩሎ ሃዲጎ ኮነ መሥተጋድለ በእንተ ህዝብ ኢትዮጵያ ወበተጋድሎቱ ኮነ ሰማዕተ

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Mindsuckers

Meet Nature’s Nightmare (National Geographic.com)

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Aklilu Berhane: The Teenage Philosopher

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St. Yared of Axum

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Wednesday, 27 May 2015

An unsung Hero-Aklilu Berhane-The Teenage Philosopher

Aba Mame's reflection on Aklilu Berhane

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