September 1997. I was in Bichena, the stronghold of the hero Belay Zeleke. My plan
was to reach at Addis Ababa University (AAU) for registration as a final year
undergraduate student. Unfortunately, the scheduled bus failed to appear. Everyday
around 6pm, we passengers were supposed to get registered afresh, hoping the bus
could come the next day. We did registration six times, that is for six days. My
money generously given by my relatives run real fast and I was in shock. But most
worrisome was whether I could reach for the registration at AAU. Every passing day
seriously touched my nerves. That time, no mobile, no Internet. It was real dark time.
undergraduate student. Unfortunately, the scheduled bus failed to appear. Everyday
around 6pm, we passengers were supposed to get registered afresh, hoping the bus
could come the next day. We did registration six times, that is for six days. My
money generously given by my relatives run real fast and I was in shock. But most
worrisome was whether I could reach for the registration at AAU. Every passing day
seriously touched my nerves. That time, no mobile, no Internet. It was real dark time.
