An Ethiopian “Love”: Resolution

Deep in bereavement, I wrote this Frenzied Love piece as a mea culpa of sorts.  I was inconsolable after my first Ethiopian boy jilted me. His apathetic departure shook my self-esteem to the point where I rehashed all our interactions. For weeks, I would slip into mental jaunts at work/home/car; wondering what I had done to…

Frenzied by modern love.

Never let a man cash in on your shared struggle/homeland. A hard lesson in *douchebags have no borders*