Hi Dehaiers,
Enjoy!
Hagos the drank could not get out of his bed for three days because he was
terribly ill from excessive alcohol consumption. This morning he was awaken by
the beautiful aroma of a fresh baked Hambasha (traditional bread), using all
his might he propped himself a little bit up on the pillows and accompanied
with groans and moans he called out for his wife Tibereh, but Tibereh was no
where to be found ( Tiberhe Entebelca Tiberhe timesker). The temptation to put
his hands on the Hambasha was so great he drugged himself out of the bed and
staggered his way in to the kitchen. There, was the Hambasha fresh out of the
Mogogo ( shall call it oven?) staring at Hagos and Hagos staring at it. After
swallowing his saliva a couple of times Hagos reached out to grab himself a
slice, WHACK came a hard slap on his hand and their stood in front of him his
wife Tiberehe who appeared from nowhere. Eyeing him with disapproval she said
" For Goodness sake Hagos, I baked that for your funeral!"
Blessings to all.
Biniam.
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