A time for Everything [Ecclesiastes 3]
2A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
3A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
5A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
6A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
8A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.
This story is about life. This story is about a tragedy. This story is about the belief that things are happening in life because of a reason.
Every school has its best student. The one that is always punctual to lessons. The one that is becoming friend of the teacher because is smart, proactive, willing to learn. The one creating the best projects. The one that is telling to friends to be scared for the exam. The one that on that exam will have the higher mark. The one that is supporting classmates because in the end is not a big deal to give his own texts. The effort has already been done. The one is standing to represent students interests. The one who is fighting with the Dean, because is able to keep an higher level in the conversation. The one doing speeches in front of thousand of colleagues speaking about ideals and dreams, but moreover about idea and how to make them becoming true. The one everyone would like to date. The one the University would be glad to work with once having given the graduation. Maximum marks, Obviously. The one well known, a common face.
I have never actually met Tedy, but he was The One for EiABC.
I don’t have had the time to know him, I would have been glad to. I would have probably seen in his eyes something people use to call “talent”. The humbleness that makes you feeling comfortable in having serious conversation on big issues of the world as much as in going out to chill out. I which I would have met him.
Tedy has disappeared in a lake 200 Km from Addis. Last week-end during a trip organized by the radio station of the university. It has been an accident. He was the best swimmer, he just went too far or..whatever. He has disappeared and his dead body has been founded 2 days later. It has been a tragedy.
His wife just come after the funeral.
I don’t want to add more details because I didn’t really know him and I from my culture death is something who deserve respect, pray and silence.
This story is about life. This story is for every talented young son. This story is for all the families putting effort, psychologically and economically in giving to their children the opportunity to access a better future then the present they have lived in their life.
This story is for me. For all the moments in which I will need to remember that there’s always a reason why things happen. This is to remember that life is about living, smiling, spending time with friends, honor my life, striving for the best results possible to give them back.
We have gone to the funeral. I have been to very few of them in Italy, and the only thing I can confirm about them is that no matter your religion, no matter your age, no matter your nationality, when you loose someone you loved you cry. Ethiopian funerals are very different according to your beliefs. This one has been crowded, the University and all Tedy’s friends managed to organized to book some buses to reach the BURY. It has been strong. It has been in the middle of the day, under the sun. The tradition wants that the bury is right after the prays and is closed by putting cement on the coffin.
After everyone meet near the family’s house and eat. A lot. It’s a way to give greetings to the family and to try to let it go. The bereavement last 3 full days after which there will be memorable in 8 days and in the 40th day. Not to forget, but to honor and let it go.
This is about cultures. This is about human beings. This is about religion and beliefs.
I praied. I praied for Tedy’s soul, for his family, for his wife, for his friends to be strong. In Italian, because this is the language in which I have been thought to do it. Because this will be the tongue for true deep feelings. Because sometime you should not think, you just leave your words come from your heart.
May his soul rest in peace.