A tale of a Militia Sirnay, a gene screener, and a Son of a Poet in an Eritrean Mekete night.

This is supposed to be a report of the Seattle Mekete event. I am dedicating this piece to Amanuel Eyasu, my fellow coworker who I used to tease as Bokri Wulad Hizbawi Ginbar. This joke was due to his repeated assignment to exclusively interview Issias  Afeweki as well as other high-level government officials at the Asmara International Airport.