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My father, a patriot Ethiopian, laid to rest

By Tedla Asfaw

My father, Asfaw Feleke Woldetekle, passed away late last month at the age of 94. He was a man who never speaks loud and never blamed someone for anything. Serving under the Imperial regime of HaileSelasse, he worked at various levels and was in the treasury department, had a chance to travel with King HaileSelasse to the Dallol potash mine in Afar region. He retired few years before the 1966 Yekatit Revolution. His father died tragically to separate feast fight when he was a child. As the eldest man of his family among three sisters and one brother, he learned responsibility at a young age and helped his late mother Emayohe Desta Ayele who died two decades ago at the age of one hundred years. Currently he is survived by his youngest ailing sister and large extended family members.

His trip to Tigray to collect taxes in the 1940 E.C. is my favorite story among many others he shared with us here in New York after the fall of Derg. As a simple clerk he was sent to Tigray to collect taxes. People not only refused to pay taxes, but also felt sorry for the poor tax collector traveling with empty hands in a rebellion area asking for money for the Imperial Treasury.

He had to convince people that without money there can not be school, road and other developmental activities and the choice is theirs whether to pay or not pay taxes. The people understood this “poor man” was sent by big shots from Addis Ababa and treated him very well as their own.

My father gives credit where it is due. He admired Atse HaileSelasse for educating poor children from all corners of Ethiopia and visiting them at schools, giving them encouraging words. The first family member picture receiving diploma from the king was proudly hang on our home in Addis Ababa as an inspiration for our family.

Education for him was the stepping stone to improve ones life and country’s future. No wonder on his stay here in New York he was asking himself, “what were we doing” when the Americans people built all these bridges and roads? He himself got an informal education in the five year resistance during the Italy invasion.

Working with British allied forces, he learned English and was a translator in the refugee camp in Kenya. Some former students used to call him “Gashe” Asfaw and I attended a school, Asfaw Wossen, in Ethiopia under the principal Fanose TekeleSelassie, who was one of my father’s students

As a fighter in the resistance army he lost one eye while trying to save a fallen soldier and capture guns and ammunition from the enemy. For that he received a medal. That story was published on the then British colony of Kenya’s newspaper. Over all, he received seven medals for his service to his country. His late wife, Ejigayehu Yalew, also received two medals for bravery.

My father was a man of justice. I saw it fist hand as an elementary school child when we traveled with him to Nazret to see his few hectares of land. We met the tenant family with two children and there was no Bekele to help us visit the harvest. Harvest was very bad and Bekele had nothing to give and he gives it only at the expense of his own family.

Not only my father refused any harvest that time, he asked Bekele’s family to adopt the two girls, Belaynesh and Zenebich, to raise them as part of his family. I and my brothers grew up with these girls — sisters, in all legal definition — and I am indebted to them for helping our family after the passing away of our mother two decades ago.

My father lived through war, feudalism, communism and dictatorship and also witnessed the historical election of 2005. He was a man who follows the news around the world. He loves radios and I still remember as a child the radio that we used to listen to the German Amharic program every afternoon, “Yehe Ke Igale Rwanda Yemetelalefew Ye German Dimtse Newe.”

The man who loves information, however, was getting older at the age of the Internet and when the Hubble Telescope received additional life thanks to the USA astronauts’ successful mission this week, my father left earth, maybe to “hear” from the Hubble Telescope closely. He is still alive in our mind as always listening.

(The writer can be reached at [email protected])

18 thoughts on “My father, a patriot Ethiopian, laid to rest

  1. My sincere condolences to you & your family. Former Asfa Wossen student under Principal Fanose. His “Degarsha story tale” is fresh in mind even after several decades. Haddis M Debebe

  2. God bless him again. He will be among the great Ethiopians who have given all what they have so we can be proud to be called Ethiopians. The question is what do we have to pass to our children? Woyane and their hodam clicks have robed our freedom that our fathers have build with their blood and soul. Let the rest of us who are alive not to be counted among the living dead. Freedom does not come free. Support the opposition. Get involved.

  3. May God bless his soul. I wonder what he felt about weyane? My Father passed away some 19 years ago a few months shy off weyane’s occupation of our mother Ethiopia I always thank God for not having my father witness this mess. Even though Derg wasn’t a saint, it was much better than the sale out stone heads.

  4. God bless his soül. Tedla! You must be proud to be born from
    Arbengya (patriotic fighter) Asfaw. He is also our soul father and you are our soul brother. We are sad every day when we hear we lost our soul part of Ethiopianism. Ethiopianism in you and we get it in our mail box every time you do your obligation.

    God bless Ethiopia

  5. My sincere condolences to you, your family and to those who lost their loved ones! May we, Ethiopians become patriots and die with honor just like our ancestors! It is disgraceful to live and die being a traitor like Zenawi BANDA!
    Long live Erhiopian patriots!

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