The aim of this bulletin is not in any way to black mail any
organization, but only to share my own ordeal and also send a message to
my fellow Oromo youths. It is better to identify myself to all readers
than to deeply tell my past back ground. Few years ago, I was a student
at Jima University. While in university, I actively participated and
contributed my share of expectation to the cause of Oromo students’
movement protesting against the plunder and brutality of the Habesha
regime. Starting from high school education, recruited to an Oromo
liberation front (OLF) underground cell, I spent my school time as an
activist fulfilling my responsibility of a generation. When I was at
university I didn’t completely went to study, but also shared my time
for the cause of the Oromo peoples’ struggle. I just couldn’t isolate
myself from any movement that stands for justice and equality of the
Oromo people.
I was grown up in a family brutalized by their political attitude.
Since I was young my father spent most of his life in prison framed as
an OLF member. Mercilessly and cruelly tortured by the tyrant government
regime, my father became disabled and mentally unstable to look after
his children. It was our mother, who fends for our survival while
looking after our father in prison and bearing the responsibility of the
whole family on her shoulder. Having this kind of deep human inflicted
scar in my mind, I developed the wish and the ambition to join the OLF,
the organization I yearn to be a member one day since my childhood. This
is what I believe in, live for and die for, for OLF is a stamp on my
body and a stream running in my blood. Limiting words to tell about
myself let me take you with me on a journey to the ordeal I was through
as a young Oromo student activist. As I said, while at university I was
spotted by the regimes spies and marked as dangerous daily followed
wherever I move. Later the twist turned to a fiasco. Oromo student
activists were unjustly arrested and detained by the authoritarian
government of Tigray. I was lucky enough to evade an arrest.
However, life was not going to be the same again. Failing to visit my
family, I spent some few weeks in Addis Ababa hiding from the piranhas
totally disconnected from friends. I also lost connection with the OLF
and that made me unstable. Life started boring in Addis. I have to make
decision soon or later. The soon the better I thought. I made my
decision and cut a line to fully join OLF. It wasn’t like an adventure
but a life risking start, but I set on a journey to find OLF and wholly
submit myself to the cause of the struggle.Long way from Addis Ababa to
Eritrea I don’t have any clue since when was OLF residing in Eritrea but
the Tigrayan regimes media puts it as it was since the end of 1990s.
Nevertheless, it is a known secret that OLF is based in Eritrea. As a
person evading arrest, I passed so many challenges on my way to Eritrea.
But before making the final attempt to cross to Eritrea, I spent some
few months in Humera, on the side of Ethiopia as a daily laborer; not to
earn a living but taking my time to know how it should be done and
reach successfully the other side of the border.
Fortunately I found a
government military escapee person from south Showa who is also working
as a daily laborer for coverage but tacitly he was engaged in human
trafficking across the border. Knowing him very well I let the cat out
of the bag by telling him the secret I was holding. At first he was
skeptical of my decision, but at last he let it go and guide me to my
final destiny. It was Thursday night. My reference was the information I
got from the escapee. Though difficult and risky I Friday morning I was
on the side of the other border on Eritrean soil on the hands’ of
Eritrean soldiers.
Uncertain about tomorrow, but I was certain that I am
not in the brutal hands of the Ethiopian regime.
The night mare ordeals soon I was in Eritrea No sooner I surrender to
the Eritrean defense forces, I told them what I was looking for. I want
to join the OLF, I cried. They told me I should rest a moment and I
will be granted my wish. Even though my yearnings of many years is now
about to burst as though I didn’t spent many passing times for this
opportunity, I couldn’t hold my excitement of this time for another few
moment. But here things are different. It was not as smooth as I wished
it should be. Two weeks had gone, and I was under scrutiny. What went
wrong? Was I suspected as an agent? I don’t know. Two weeks later a
logistic car came and I was on board to Afabet, a small town where
soldiers surrendered to Eritrea, escaping from Ethiopia are kept.
Interrogated again my wish was one and only one. Joining the OLF! Forget
the OLF! I was told, you better stop thinking about OLF and I suggest
you join the Tigray people’s democratic movement (TPDM), groaned
Eritrean military personnel.
I felt a cold blood flows in my body. It
all felt like a night mare. I stood my ground. I repeatedly told the man
that I will only participate in Oromo political cause and join only the
OLF. I knew my request failed on a deaf ear only when I was taken to a
place called Harena, where I saw myself in a big military barrack. Only
Tigrinya is spoken here. It is a TPDM military camp. Before they left I
asked the Eritrean defense force members who brought me to the camp, why
should I be brought here against my will? Yet I want to join the OLF.
They told me from now on it is the TPDM I should deal with and my case
doesn’t concern the government of Eritrea. What a malevolent act! Is the
OLF not in Eritrea? Is the government of Eritrea not sheltering OLF in a
safe haven as it was claimed? Or OLF and TPDM are one organization I didn’t know yet? Life with
tpdm Two days after in their camp, a TPDM leader came and asked me few
questions.
I answered his questions honestly and told him my intention.
He told me I should stop fooling myself and better think about my
future. The mood between us was as uncomfortable as I expected. He came
back again two days later. His face was uninviting and my decision was
irreversible. What have you decided? He roared. I knew things are going
to be bitter, but I told him I will never be his front’s member as long
as I am conscious. No deal was struck between us. Removing my shoes I
was straightly taken to a prison. Home sweet home; I laughed burningly.
Escaping a prison to a prison I murmured. I wasn’t alone at least. There
were some 16 Oromo youths handed over to the TPDM by the Eritrean
government. Most of them spent more than six months and they are in a
bad shape. One of them from western Oromia region, Dembi Dollo, was
inhumanely beaten and lost one eye completely. It doesn’t need one to
look for evidence to know these youths were tortured, for a foul smell
coming from their maimed wound tells it all. Three month has gone.
Torture, interrogations, malicious damages and mental degradation was
the fate one is destined to achieve in this prison. We were told leave
alone thinking joining OLF dreaming about the name by itself is a crime.
What is this all about? My daily stay with the Oromo prisoners has an
answer. TPDM is trying to make an organization like people’s democratic
organizations incepted by the former Tigray people’s liberation front
(TPLF.) a daughter learns from her mother is the case here. The 16 I was
detained with strongly opposed TPDM’s dream of turning them in to a
tool.
But TPDM’s attempt was not in vain. They created an Oromo wing
organization like the TPLF did by creating the Oromo people’s democratic
organization (OPDO). Their members were those Oromo youths who were
coordinated by force, failing to stand the brute’s daily torture. As
days were passing I reached on one undeniable fact. TPDM has succeeded
in creating a PDO and I couldn’t help about it. So my only way out is to
accept their offer and see what fortune has for me in its store.
Staying in prison in a dessert far away from home in country like
Eritrea is not a wise decision we concluded with my fellow prisoners. We
knew what we decided and it was the right decision. We told the TPDM
person, our ‘hero’ who daily come to us for beating the ‘hell’ out of
us. I observed the excitement on his face. Our gate is open to you
gentlemen; he victoriously told us. They let us free at last! We were
taken to a farm land to work as daily servants on TPDM owned vast land.
TPDM is not creating an Oromo organization wing only, but also other
nations and nationalities are on the making. There was a weekend nations
and nationalities entertainment day, by Amharic language. Everybody is
supposed to speak Amharic and has to avoid speaking his native language.
In this kind of situation one day when at work an Oromo former prisoner
working with us hit on a head a Tigre soldier guarding us and escaped
successfully. The guard died on spot. It was a miracle the escapee
survived the dessert challenges and reached Sudan, I learned later. But
his escape made life terrible for those of us who remained behind. We
were threatened to be retaliation targets. Another incident had happened
again. A young Oromo former Ethiopian soldier from western oromia
region, Ilu Aba Bor zone escaped. His was not a success to tale. He was
captured and shot dead by firing squad. Here what I want my readers to
know is that TPDM has a big number of soldiers in Eritrean dessert from
the age of 8 to 80 shackled together by force against their will.
Students, farmers, teachers, husband and wife, all were abducted by
force and serving TPDM by the mouth of gun. When an opportunity presents
itself everybody tries his/her luck to escape, whatever cost it takes
to pay. After we start training 22 trainees out of 108 escaped within a
period of one month.
Their cruelty is not only for us who were not Tigrayans, but their
own members from Tigray also share the same challenge. While on
expedition their fighters dessert in mass and their causalities are very
high. Now they even stopped fighting because number of casualties and
deserters. Through passing time I proofed my loyalty to TPDM and set
myself free from their surveillance. All this time I was preparing for
my escape and it has to be first and last successful one I thought. One
day I collapsed in front of the TPDM leader. I spent some few minutes as
though I am unconscious, and when wake up I told the leader who was
standing with confused face that I was ill from diarrhea and lost too
much fluid. I was treated fairly and that night frequented toilet more
than ten times. For there is no a latrine we used the bushes and that
night I was sure no one was following me when I was going out and went
deep to the bush. The second night was my luckiest night ever. I escaped
with ease and saw myself the next morning at the hands of the Sudanese
defense force. Without any harsh treatment I was taken to shagarab
refugee camp in Sudan.Not all days are bad.
After three weeks at the
refugee camp I made every contact I could and finally made my way to
Khartoum, to try to find OLF contact. I have never dreamed to lead a
refugee life and I left my education, my beloved family and my country
biasing for the Oromo people’s struggle. Therefore, there is no reason
for me to remain at refugee camp and seek an asylum and then repatriated
to third country as many refuges do. Arriving in Khartoum and finding
OLF contact It took me only few days. I accessed all my old contacts and
it was worth trying. Finally I succeeded in contacting a friend
graduate of Jima University who guide me to another friend released from
Ma’ikelaw (known for its torching Oromo activists) prison. This freed
prisoner is my former class mate at Jima University. It all doesn’t feel
real. Yet it was all real. Through this friend I was contacted by an
OLF member residing in Khartoum. Though it is not the code of conduct to
identify this person his approach, treatment, understanding and caring
is a personality I couldn’t pass without mentioning. With him I got a
sanction, and I also told him all I was dreaming, my ordeals, and the
malicious damage the government of Eritrea is inflicting on our youths
in a remote Eritrean dessert. He wasn’t surprised at all when I told him
about Eritrean governments act and TPDM’s attempt of creating PDOs
supported by Shabiya.
You draw in water unknowing its enmity was all he has to say. When I
asked what he means by his word he told me he even couldn’t understand
what he said. I knew he was raged in anger and I withdraw my question.
But he collected his thoughts and started telling me a long story that
touched me deep to my bones. I was a member of Oromo liberation army
(OLA), he said; I have been to Asmara so many times before I said
enough. I was listening attentively and he continued. Many people think
Eritrea is a safe haven for the OLF leaders living there. But the truth
is, it is a living hell for them. Leave OLF he hissed, Eritrea is not a
country to live in even for its own people. Leaders from Eritrean
government hated our movement and they are assigned in splitting us
daily, making our struggle crawls on its knees. I was sad and at the
same time felt retaliation surging in my body. Kamal Galchu (leader of
OLF faction splinted from OLF in 2008) was hand made by this kind of
leaders he said. Our leaders are doing all they could to save this
struggle from collapse and I am also in this struggle at this old age he
told me tears rolling in his face. I was feeling something. Something
cannot be put in to words. Hell to Shabiya I shouted! What is the
difference between them, they are all working against us for the
dominance of habeshan hegemony. TPLF and EPLF are both sides of one
coin. There is nothing for me in Sudan I thought though. From Khartoum I
set to Nairobi via South Sudan and Uganda. The journey was hazardous
and I don’t see it useful to mention, but I managed to reach Nairobi
after three months. I could have said a lot about what I saw and
experienced in Eritrea, but I reserved it for history and also feared
for the safety of Oromo children still trapped in that malicious
country. For me life will never be the same. Now I have the right
contact with OLF and I will be looking forward. As I said I will never
be a refugee in my life, Nairobi is also not going to be my final
destiny. I have my own destiny and it is my hand, I know where I have to
go and it is the right direction to take.
Before ending my story I will say to the government of Shabiya, take
off your hands from Oromo struggle, stop harassing our children, stop
handing over Oromo youths to TPDM and if you don’t want OLF existence in
your country; tell the leaders to leave. For Oromo leaders who are
struggling and keeping the flame burning in this kind of testing
situation, my appreciation is sincere and I want to say may God reward
you the fruit of your sweat.I will reiterate once again. Shabiya please
take off your hands from our struggle. History will judge us!For Oromo
youths wishing to join OLF, the road to Eritrea is not the road to
liberty, don’t make the mistake I made. OLA is in Oromia and look for it
just around you. This is my story and I know there are so many untold
histories. But one day someone will live tell these untold stories. Pray
for all those who are still languishing in Eritrean dessert.
Thank you for your precious time.Oromia shall be free!!
God bless Oromia!!
T.F/ AdamuNairobi Kenya
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The
aim of this bulletin is not in any way to black mail any organization,
but only to share my own ordeal and also send a message to my fellow
Oromo youths. It is better to identify myself to all readers than to
deeply tell my past back ground. Few years ago, I was a student at Jima
University. While in university, I actively participated and contributed
my share of expectation to the cause of Oromo students’ movement
protesting against the plunder and brutality of the Habesha regime.
Starting from high school education, recruited to an Oromo liberation
front (OLF) underground cell, I spent my school time as an activist
fulfilling my responsibility of a generation. When I was at university I
didn’t completely went to study, but also shared my time for the cause
of the Oromo peoples’ struggle. I just couldn’t isolate myself from any
movement that stands for justice and equality of the Oromo people.
I was grown up in a family brutalized by their political attitude.
Since I was young my father spent most of his life in prison framed as
an OLF member. Mercilessly and cruelly tortured by the tyrant government
regime, my father became disabled and mentally unstable to look after
his children. It was our mother, who fends for our survival while
looking after our father in prison and bearing the responsibility of the
whole family on her shoulder. Having this kind of deep human inflicted
scar in my mind, I developed the wish and the ambition to join the OLF,
the organization I yearn to be a member one day since my childhood. This
is what I believe in, live for and die for, for OLF is a stamp on my
body and a stream running in my blood. Limiting words to tell about
myself let me take you with me on a journey to the ordeal I was through
as a young Oromo student activist. As I said, while at university I was
spotted by the regimes spies and marked as dangerous daily followed
wherever I move. Later the twist turned to a fiasco. Oromo student
activists were unjustly arrested and detained by the authoritarian
government of Tigray. I was lucky enough to evade an arrest.
However, life was not going to be the same again. Failing to visit my
family, I spent some few weeks in Addis Ababa hiding from the piranhas
totally disconnected from friends. I also lost connection with the OLF
and that made me unstable. Life started boring in Addis. I have to make
decision soon or later. The soon the better I thought. I made my
decision and cut a line to fully join OLF. It wasn’t like an adventure
but a life risking start, but I set on a journey to find OLF and wholly
submit myself to the cause of the struggle.Long way from Addis Ababa to
Eritrea I don’t have any clue since when was OLF residing in Eritrea but
the Tigrayan regimes media puts it as it was since the end of 1990s.
Nevertheless, it is a known secret that OLF is based in Eritrea. As a
person evading arrest, I passed so many challenges on my way to Eritrea.
But before making the final attempt to cross to Eritrea, I spent some
few months in Humera, on the side of Ethiopia as a daily laborer; not to
earn a living but taking my time to know how it should be done and
reach successfully the other side of the border. Fortunately I found a
government military escapee person from south Showa who is also working
as a daily laborer for coverage but tacitly he was engaged in human
trafficking across the border. Knowing him very well I let the cat out
of the bag by telling him the secret I was holding. At first he was
skeptical of my decision, but at last he let it go and guide me to my
final destiny. It was Thursday night. My reference was the information I
got from the escapee. Though difficult and risky I Friday morning I was
on the side of the other border on Eritrean soil on the hands’ of
Eritrean soldiers. Uncertain about tomorrow, but I was certain that I am
not in the brutal hands of the Ethiopian regime.
The night mare ordeals soon I was in Eritrea No sooner I surrender to
the Eritrean defense forces, I told them what I was looking for. I want
to join the OLF, I cried. They told me I should rest a moment and I
will be granted my wish. Even though my yearnings of many years is now
about to burst as though I didn’t spent many passing times for this
opportunity, I couldn’t hold my excitement of this time for another few
moment. But here things are different. It was not as smooth as I wished
it should be. Two weeks had gone, and I was under scrutiny. What went
wrong? Was I suspected as an agent? I don’t know. Two weeks later a
logistic car came and I was on board to Afabet, a small town where
soldiers surrendered to Eritrea, escaping from Ethiopia are kept.
Interrogated again my wish was one and only one. Joining the OLF! Forget
the OLF! I was told, you better stop thinking about OLF and I suggest
you join the Tigray people’s democratic movement (TPDM), groaned
Eritrean military personnel. I felt a cold blood flows in my body. It
all felt like a night mare. I stood my ground. I repeatedly told the man
that I will only participate in Oromo political cause and join only the
OLF. I knew my request failed on a deaf ear only when I was taken to a
place called Harena, where I saw myself in a big military barrack. Only
Tigrinya is spoken here. It is a TPDM military camp. Before they left I
asked the Eritrean defense force members who brought me to the camp, why
should I be brought here against my will? Yet I want to join the OLF.
They told me from now on it is the TPDM I should deal with and my case
doesn’t concern the government of Eritrea. What a malevolent act! Is the
OLF not in Eritrea? Is the government of Eritrea not sheltering OLF in a
safe haven as it was claimed?
Or OLF and TPDM are one organization I didn’t know yet? Life with
tpdm Two days after in their camp, a TPDM leader came and asked me few
questions. I answered his questions honestly and told him my intention.
He told me I should stop fooling myself and better think about my
future. The mood between us was as uncomfortable us I expected. He came
back again two days later. His face was uninviting and my decision was
irreversible. What have you decided? He roared. I knew things are going
to be bitter, but I told him I will never be his front’s member as long
as I am conscious. No deal was struck between us. Removing my shoes I
was straightly taken to a prison. Home sweet home; I laughed burningly.
Escaping a prison to a prison I murmured. I wasn’t alone at least. There
were some 16 Oromo youths handed over to the TPDM by the Eritrean
government. Most of them spent more than six months and they are in a
bad shape. One of them from western Oromia region, Dembi Dollo, was
inhumanely beaten and lost one eye completely. It doesn’t need one to
look for evidence to know these youths were tortured, for a foul smell
coming from their maimed wound tells it all. Three month has gone.
Torture, interrogations, malicious damages and mental degradation was
the fate one is destined to achieve in this prison. We were told leave
alone thinking joining OLF dreaming about the name by itself is a crime.
What is this all about? My daily stay with the Oromo prisoners has an
answer. TPDM is trying to make an organization like people’s democratic
organizations incepted by the former Tigray people’s liberation front
(TPLF.) a daughter learns from her mother is the case here. The 16 I was
detained with strongly opposed TPDM’s dream of turning them in to a
tool.
But TPDM’s attempt was not in vain. They created an Oromo wing
organization like the TPLF did by creating the Oromo people’s democratic
organization (OPDO). Their members were those Oromo youths who were
coordinated by force, failing to stand the brute’s daily torture. As
days were passing I reached on one undeniable fact. TPDM has succeeded
in creating a PDO and I couldn’t help about it. So my only way out is to
accept their offer and see what fortune has for me in its store.
Staying in prison in a dessert far away from home in country like
Eritrea is not a wise decision we concluded with my fellow prisoners. We
knew what we decided and it was the right decision. We told the TPDM
person, our ‘hero’ who daily come to us for beating the ‘hell’ out of
us. I observed the excitement on his face. Our gate is open to you
gentlemen; he victoriously told us. They let us free at last! We were
taken to a farm land to work as daily servants on TPDM owned vast land.
TPDM is not creating an Oromo organization wing only, but also other
nations and nationalities are on the making. There was a weekend nations
and nationalities entertainment day, by Amharic language. Everybody is
supposed to speak Amharic and has to avoid speaking his native language.
In this kind of situation one day when at work an Oromo former prisoner
working with us hit on a head a Tigre soldier guarding us and escaped
successfully. The guard died on spot. It was a miracle the escapee
survived the dessert challengesand reached Sudan, I learned later. But
his escape made life terrible for those of us who remained behind. We
were threatened to be retaliation targets. Another incident had happened
again. A young Oromo former Ethiopian soldier from western oromia
region, Ilu Aba Bor zone escaped. His was not a success to tale. He was
captured and shot dead by firing squad. Here what I want my readers to
know is that TPDM has a big number of soldiers in Eritrean dessert from
the age of 8 to 80 shackled together by force against their will.
Students, farmers, teachers, husband and wife, all were abducted by
force and serving TPDM by the mouth of gun. When an opportunity presents
itself everybody tries his/her luck to escape, whatever cost it takes
to pay. After we start training 22 trainees out of 108 escaped within a
period of one month.
Their cruelty is not only for us who were not Tigrayans, but their
own members from Tigray also share the same challenge. While on
expedition their fighters dessert in mass and their causalities are very
high. Now they even stopped fighting because number of casualties and
deserters. Through passing time I proofed my loyalty to TPDM and set
myself free from their surveillance. All this time I was preparing for
my escape and it has to be first and last successful one I thought. One
day I collapsed in front of the TPDM leader. I spent some few minutes as
though I am unconscious, and when wake up I told the leader who was
standing with confused face that I was ill from diarrhea and lost too
much fluid. I was treated fairly and that night frequented toilet more
than ten times. For there is no a latrine we used the bushes and that
night I was sure no one was following me when I was going out and went
deep to the bush. The second night was my luckiest night ever. I escaped
with ease and saw myself the next morning at the hands of the Sudanese
defense force. Without any harsh treatment I was taken to shagarab
refugee camp in Sudan.Not all days are bad. After three weeks at the
refugee camp I made every contact I could and finally made my way to
Khartoum, to try to find OLF contact. I have never dreamed to lead a
refugee life and I left my education, my beloved family and my country
biasing for the Oromo people’s struggle. Therefore, there is no reason
for me to remain at refugee camp and seek an asylum and then repatriated
to third country as many refuges do. Arriving in Khartoum and finding
OLF contact It took me only few days. I accessed all my old contacts and
it was worth trying. Finally I succeeded in contacting a friend
graduate of Jima University who guide me to another friend released from
Ma’ikelaw (known for its torching Oromo activists) prison. This freed
prisoner is my former class mate at Jima University. It all doesn’t feel
real. Yet it was all real. Through this friend I was contacted by an
OLF member residing in Khartoum. Though it is not the code of conduct to
identify this person his approach, treatment, understanding and caring
is a personality I couldn’t pass without mentioning. With him I got a
sanction, and I also told him all I was dreaming, my ordeals, and the
malicious damage the government of Eritrea is inflicting on our youths
in a remote Eritrean dessert. He wasn’t surprised at all when I told him
about Eritrean governments act and TPDM’s attempt of creating PDOs
supported by Shabiya.
You draw in water unknowing its enmity was all he has to say. When I
asked what he means by his word he told me he even couldn’t understand
what he said. I knew he was raged in anger and I withdraw my question.
But he collected his thoughts and started telling me a long story that
touched me deep to my bones. I was a member of Oromo liberation army
(OLA), he said; I have been to Asmara so many times before I said
enough. I was listening attentively and he continued. Many people think
Eritrea is a safe haven for the OLF leaders living there. But the truth
is, it is a living hell for them. Leave OLF he hissed, Eritrea is not a
country to live in even for its own people. Leaders from Eritrean
government hated our movement and they are assigned in splitting us
daily, making our struggle crawls on its knees. I was sad and at the
same time felt retaliation surging in my body. Kamal Galchu (leader of
OLF faction splinted from OLF in 2008) was hand made by this kind of
leaders he said. Our leaders are doing all they could to save this
struggle from collapse and I am also in this struggle at this old age he
told me tears rolling in his face. I was feeling something. Something
cannot be put in to words. Hell to Shabiya I shouted! What is the
difference between them, they are all working against us for the
dominance of habeshan hegemony. TPLF and EPLF are both sides of one
coin. There is nothing for me in Sudan I thought though. From Khartoum I
set to Nairobi via South Sudan and Uganda. The journey was hazardous
and I don’t see it useful to mention, but I managed to reach Nairobi
after three months. I could have said a lot about what I saw and
experienced in Eritrea, but I reserved it for history and also feared
for the safety of Oromo children still trapped in that malicious
country. For me life will never be the same. Now I have the right
contact with OLF and I will be looking forward. As I said I will never
be a refugee in my life, Nairobi is also not going to be my final
destiny. I have my own destiny and it is my hand, I know where I have to
go and it is the right direction to take.
Before ending my story I will say to the government of Shabiya, take
off your hands from Oromo struggle, stop harassing our children, stop
handing over Oromo youths to TPDM and if you don’t want OLF existence in
your country; tell the leaders to leave. For Oromo leaders who are
struggling and keeping the flame burning in this kind of testing
situation, my appreciation is sincere and I want to say may God reward
you the fruit of your sweat.I will reiterate once again. Shabiya please
take off your hands from our struggle. History will judge us!For Oromo
youths wishing to join OLF, the road to Eritrea is not the road to
liberty, don’t make the mistake I made. OLA is in Ormia and look for it
just around you. This is my story and I know there are so many untold
histories. But one day someone will live tell these untold stories. Pray
for all those who are still languishing in Eritrean dessert.
Thank you for your precious time.Oromia shall be free!!
God bless Oromia!!
T.F/ AdamuNairobi Kenya
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aim of this bulletin is not in any way to black mail any organization,
but only to share my own ordeal and also send a message to my fellow
Oromo youths. It is better to identify myself to all readers than to
deeply tell my past back ground. Few years ago, I was a student at Jima
University. While in university, I actively participated and contributed
my share of expectation to the cause of Oromo students’ movement
protesting against the plunder and brutality of the Habesha regime.
Starting from high school education, recruited to an Oromo liberation
front (OLF) underground cell, I spent my school time as an activist
fulfilling my responsibility of a generation. When I was at university I
didn’t completely went to study, but also shared my time for the cause
of the Oromo peoples’ struggle. I just couldn’t isolate myself from any
movement that stands for justice and equality of the Oromo people.
I was grown up in a family brutalized by their political attitude.
Since I was young my father spent most of his life in prison framed as
an OLF member. Mercilessly and cruelly tortured by the tyrant government
regime, my father became disabled and mentally unstable to look after
his children. It was our mother, who fends for our survival while
looking after our father in prison and bearing the responsibility of the
whole family on her shoulder. Having this kind of deep human inflicted
scar in my mind, I developed the wish and the ambition to join the OLF,
the organization I yearn to be a member one day since my childhood. This
is what I believe in, live for and die for, for OLF is a stamp on my
body and a stream running in my blood. Limiting words to tell about
myself let me take you with me on a journey to the ordeal I was through
as a young Oromo student activist. As I said, while at university I was
spotted by the regimes spies and marked as dangerous daily followed
wherever I move. Later the twist turned to a fiasco. Oromo student
activists were unjustly arrested and detained by the authoritarian
government of Tigray. I was lucky enough to evade an arrest.
However, life was not going to be the same again. Failing to visit my
family, I spent some few weeks in Addis Ababa hiding from the piranhas
totally disconnected from friends. I also lost connection with the OLF
and that made me unstable. Life started boring in Addis. I have to make
decision soon or later. The soon the better I thought. I made my
decision and cut a line to fully join OLF. It wasn’t like an adventure
but a life risking start, but I set on a journey to find OLF and wholly
submit myself to the cause of the struggle.Long way from Addis Ababa to
Eritrea I don’t have any clue since when was OLF residing in Eritrea but
the Tigrayan regimes media puts it as it was since the end of 1990s.
Nevertheless, it is a known secret that OLF is based in Eritrea. As a
person evading arrest, I passed so many challenges on my way to Eritrea.
But before making the final attempt to cross to Eritrea, I spent some
few months in Humera, on the side of Ethiopia as a daily laborer; not to
earn a living but taking my time to know how it should be done and
reach successfully the other side of the border. Fortunately I found a
government military escapee person from south Showa who is also working
as a daily laborer for coverage but tacitly he was engaged in human
trafficking across the border. Knowing him very well I let the cat out
of the bag by telling him the secret I was holding. At first he was
skeptical of my decision, but at last he let it go and guide me to my
final destiny. It was Thursday night. My reference was the information I
got from the escapee. Though difficult and risky I Friday morning I was
on the side of the other border on Eritrean soil on the hands’ of
Eritrean soldiers. Uncertain about tomorrow, but I was certain that I am
not in the brutal hands of the Ethiopian regime.
The night mare ordeals soon I was in Eritrea No sooner I surrender to
the Eritrean defense forces, I told them what I was looking for. I want
to join the OLF, I cried. They told me I should rest a moment and I
will be granted my wish. Even though my yearnings of many years is now
about to burst as though I didn’t spent many passing times for this
opportunity, I couldn’t hold my excitement of this time for another few
moment. But here things are different. It was not as smooth as I wished
it should be. Two weeks had gone, and I was under scrutiny. What went
wrong? Was I suspected as an agent? I don’t know. Two weeks later a
logistic car came and I was on board to Afabet, a small town where
soldiers surrendered to Eritrea, escaping from Ethiopia are kept.
Interrogated again my wish was one and only one. Joining the OLF! Forget
the OLF! I was told, you better stop thinking about OLF and I suggest
you join the Tigray people’s democratic movement (TPDM), groaned
Eritrean military personnel. I felt a cold blood flows in my body. It
all felt like a night mare. I stood my ground. I repeatedly told the man
that I will only participate in Oromo political cause and join only the
OLF. I knew my request failed on a deaf ear only when I was taken to a
place called Harena, where I saw myself in a big military barrack. Only
Tigrinya is spoken here. It is a TPDM military camp. Before they left I
asked the Eritrean defense force members who brought me to the camp, why
should I be brought here against my will? Yet I want to join the OLF.
They told me from now on it is the TPDM I should deal with and my case
doesn’t concern the government of Eritrea. What a malevolent act! Is the
OLF not in Eritrea? Is the government of Eritrea not sheltering OLF in a
safe haven as it was claimed?
Or OLF and TPDM are one organization I didn’t know yet? Life with
tpdm Two days after in their camp, a TPDM leader came and asked me few
questions. I answered his questions honestly and told him my intention.
He told me I should stop fooling myself and better think about my
future. The mood between us was as uncomfortable us I expected. He came
back again two days later. His face was uninviting and my decision was
irreversible. What have you decided? He roared. I knew things are going
to be bitter, but I told him I will never be his front’s member as long
as I am conscious. No deal was struck between us. Removing my shoes I
was straightly taken to a prison. Home sweet home; I laughed burningly.
Escaping a prison to a prison I murmured. I wasn’t alone at least. There
were some 16 Oromo youths handed over to the TPDM by the Eritrean
government. Most of them spent more than six months and they are in a
bad shape. One of them from western Oromia region, Dembi Dollo, was
inhumanely beaten and lost one eye completely. It doesn’t need one to
look for evidence to know these youths were tortured, for a foul smell
coming from their maimed wound tells it all. Three month has gone.
Torture, interrogations, malicious damages and mental degradation was
the fate one is destined to achieve in this prison. We were told leave
alone thinking joining OLF dreaming about the name by itself is a crime.
What is this all about? My daily stay with the Oromo prisoners has an
answer. TPDM is trying to make an organization like people’s democratic
organizations incepted by the former Tigray people’s liberation front
(TPLF.) a daughter learns from her mother is the case here. The 16 I was
detained with strongly opposed TPDM’s dream of turning them in to a
tool.
But TPDM’s attempt was not in vain. They created an Oromo wing
organization like the TPLF did by creating the Oromo people’s democratic
organization (OPDO). Their members were those Oromo youths who were
coordinated by force, failing to stand the brute’s daily torture. As
days were passing I reached on one undeniable fact. TPDM has succeeded
in creating a PDO and I couldn’t help about it. So my only way out is to
accept their offer and see what fortune has for me in its store.
Staying in prison in a dessert far away from home in country like
Eritrea is not a wise decision we concluded with my fellow prisoners. We
knew what we decided and it was the right decision. We told the TPDM
person, our ‘hero’ who daily come to us for beating the ‘hell’ out of
us. I observed the excitement on his face. Our gate is open to you
gentlemen; he victoriously told us. They let us free at last! We were
taken to a farm land to work as daily servants on TPDM owned vast land.
TPDM is not creating an Oromo organization wing only, but also other
nations and nationalities are on the making. There was a weekend nations
and nationalities entertainment day, by Amharic language. Everybody is
supposed to speak Amharic and has to avoid speaking his native language.
In this kind of situation one day when at work an Oromo former prisoner
working with us hit on a head a Tigre soldier guarding us and escaped
successfully. The guard died on spot. It was a miracle the escapee
survived the dessert challengesand reached Sudan, I learned later. But
his escape made life terrible for those of us who remained behind. We
were threatened to be retaliation targets. Another incident had happened
again. A young Oromo former Ethiopian soldier from western oromia
region, Ilu Aba Bor zone escaped. His was not a success to tale. He was
captured and shot dead by firing squad. Here what I want my readers to
know is that TPDM has a big number of soldiers in Eritrean dessert from
the age of 8 to 80 shackled together by force against their will.
Students, farmers, teachers, husband and wife, all were abducted by
force and serving TPDM by the mouth of gun. When an opportunity presents
itself everybody tries his/her luck to escape, whatever cost it takes
to pay. After we start training 22 trainees out of 108 escaped within a
period of one month.
Their cruelty is not only for us who were not Tigrayans, but their
own members from Tigray also share the same challenge. While on
expedition their fighters dessert in mass and their causalities are very
high. Now they even stopped fighting because number of casualties and
deserters. Through passing time I proofed my loyalty to TPDM and set
myself free from their surveillance. All this time I was preparing for
my escape and it has to be first and last successful one I thought. One
day I collapsed in front of the TPDM leader. I spent some few minutes as
though I am unconscious, and when wake up I told the leader who was
standing with confused face that I was ill from diarrhea and lost too
much fluid. I was treated fairly and that night frequented toilet more
than ten times. For there is no a latrine we used the bushes and that
night I was sure no one was following me when I was going out and went
deep to the bush. The second night was my luckiest night ever. I escaped
with ease and saw myself the next morning at the hands of the Sudanese
defense force. Without any harsh treatment I was taken to shagarab
refugee camp in Sudan.Not all days are bad. After three weeks at the
refugee camp I made every contact I could and finally made my way to
Khartoum, to try to find OLF contact. I have never dreamed to lead a
refugee life and I left my education, my beloved family and my country
biasing for the Oromo people’s struggle. Therefore, there is no reason
for me to remain at refugee camp and seek an asylum and then repatriated
to third country as many refuges do. Arriving in Khartoum and finding
OLF contact It took me only few days. I accessed all my old contacts and
it was worth trying. Finally I succeeded in contacting a friend
graduate of Jima University who guide me to another friend released from
Ma’ikelaw (known for its torching Oromo activists) prison. This freed
prisoner is my former class mate at Jima University. It all doesn’t feel
real. Yet it was all real. Through this friend I was contacted by an
OLF member residing in Khartoum. Though it is not the code of conduct to
identify this person his approach, treatment, understanding and caring
is a personality I couldn’t pass without mentioning. With him I got a
sanction, and I also told him all I was dreaming, my ordeals, and the
malicious damage the government of Eritrea is inflicting on our youths
in a remote Eritrean dessert. He wasn’t surprised at all when I told him
about Eritrean governments act and TPDM’s attempt of creating PDOs
supported by Shabiya.
You draw in water unknowing its enmity was all he has to say. When I
asked what he means by his word he told me he even couldn’t understand
what he said. I knew he was raged in anger and I withdraw my question.
But he collected his thoughts and started telling me a long story that
touched me deep to my bones. I was a member of Oromo liberation army
(OLA), he said; I have been to Asmara so many times before I said
enough. I was listening attentively and he continued. Many people think
Eritrea is a safe haven for the OLF leaders living there. But the truth
is, it is a living hell for them. Leave OLF he hissed, Eritrea is not a
country to live in even for its own people. Leaders from Eritrean
government hated our movement and they are assigned in splitting us
daily, making our struggle crawls on its knees. I was sad and at the
same time felt retaliation surging in my body. Kamal Galchu (leader of
OLF faction splinted from OLF in 2008) was hand made by this kind of
leaders he said. Our leaders are doing all they could to save this
struggle from collapse and I am also in this struggle at this old age he
told me tears rolling in his face. I was feeling something. Something
cannot be put in to words. Hell to Shabiya I shouted! What is the
difference between them, they are all working against us for the
dominance of habeshan hegemony. TPLF and EPLF are both sides of one
coin. There is nothing for me in Sudan I thought though. From Khartoum I
set to Nairobi via South Sudan and Uganda. The journey was hazardous
and I don’t see it useful to mention, but I managed to reach Nairobi
after three months. I could have said a lot about what I saw and
experienced in Eritrea, but I reserved it for history and also feared
for the safety of Oromo children still trapped in that malicious
country. For me life will never be the same. Now I have the right
contact with OLF and I will be looking forward. As I said I will never
be a refugee in my life, Nairobi is also not going to be my final
destiny. I have my own destiny and it is my hand, I know where I have to
go and it is the right direction to take.
Before ending my story I will say to the government of Shabiya, take
off your hands from Oromo struggle, stop harassing our children, stop
handing over Oromo youths to TPDM and if you don’t want OLF existence in
your country; tell the leaders to leave. For Oromo leaders who are
struggling and keeping the flame burning in this kind of testing
situation, my appreciation is sincere and I want to say may God reward
you the fruit of your sweat.I will reiterate once again. Shabiya please
take off your hands from our struggle. History will judge us!For Oromo
youths wishing to join OLF, the road to Eritrea is not the road to
liberty, don’t make the mistake I made. OLA is in Ormia and look for it
just around you. This is my story and I know there are so many untold
histories. But one day someone will live tell these untold stories. Pray
for all those who are still languishing in Eritrean dessert.
Thank you for your precious time.Oromia shall be free!!
God bless Oromia!!
T.F/ AdamuNairobi Kenya
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