ከዝግጅቱ ክፍል፦
ክቡራን አንባቢዎቼ በሚቀጥለው ጥቂት ቀናት የትግራይ ትግርኚ እቅድ ሁኔታ እውንነት የሚያመላክት መረጃ
አቀርብላችሗለሁ። እስከዚያው ይህ ከዚህ በታች ያለው ጽሑፍ “ያልተነገረው የኦሮሞዎች የጨለማው ጉዞ በኤርትራ” በሚል ርዕስ (ኦነጐች
በሚያመልኩት በጌቶቻቸው በላቲን/ በእንግሊዝኛ ቋንቋ “አማርኛ መጻፍ የጠላት ቋንቋ ስለሚሉት”) የተጻፈ ኤርትራ ምድር ድረስ
ሄደው ወደ ሽብርተኛው ኦነግ ለመቀላቀል ሲሄዱ ወደ “ዴምህት/TPDM” አንዲመለመሉ በኤርትራኖች እየተገደዱ ሰይል/ቶርች ውስጥ
በመግባት በድብደባ እየተሰቃዩ በግድ እየተመለመሉ ምን ስቃይ አንደረሰባቸው እና ከዚያም የዴምህት እርሻ ጣቢያ በመሄድ ሟሽላ
እና የመሳሰሉ ሰብል ለቀማ እና የእርሻ ስራ እየተሰማሩ የደረሰባቸው የባርነት ሕይወት T.F አዳሙ Kenya Nairobi በሚል
ስም ሕዝብ አንዲያውቀው ይፋ ያደረገው ጽሑፍ በኖቨምበር
2014 (ፈረንጆች አቆጣጠር) *ባለፈው ሰሞን ማለት ነው-* የውሸት እና ዘረኝነት ከረጢታቸውን ከተለያዩ የኦነግ ድርጅቶች
እየቀራመቱ በማሰራጨት የዋህ ኦሮሞዎችን ከሚያጅጅሉት ውስጥ አንዱ
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In the
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ላይም ተዘግቧል።
ልጁ አሁንም የስቃያቸው ምንጩ ኦነግ የሚባለው የሸቀጥ ድርጅት መሆኑን ስቶ
ኤርትራኖችን በመውቀስ ማዘንበሉ ባይገርምም፤ የኦሮሞ ወጣቶች የፖለቲካ ጭምትነት እና ብስለት የዘቀጠ መሆኑን ከዚህ ወጣት
መገንዘብ ትችላላችሁ። ለስቃዩ ሁሉ ኦነጐችን ከልቡ ሲያመሰግናቸው፤ ከማስገረም በላይ፤ በሽታ ወደ መሆን መሸጋገሩ ከንባቡ ማየት
ትችላላችሁ። ኦነግ የኤርትራኖች ባርያ፤ የድምህት ሰራዊት አጣናካሪ እና የተበላሸ፤ የበሰበሰ ድርጅት መሆኑን፤ ይኼው ስንለው
የነበረው ሃቅ በኦሮሞዎቹ ምላስ ሲረጋገጥ አንብቡ። የዚህ ህጻን ንግግር “አበሻ አይደለሁም’፤ ‘ኦሮሚያ ሻል ቢ ፍሪ’ ምናምን፤ምናምን
የሚለው “ዝባዝንኬው’ ያላደገ የህፃን ሕሊናውን ቸል እያላችሁ” ዋናው ፍሬ ነገሩን ዴምህቶች በኦሮሞ ወጣቶች ነብስ ሲጫወቱ፤ የኦነግ
አመራሮች አስመራ ከተማ ላይ አርስ በርስ በቦክስ ደም በደም ሆነው ሲቧቀሱና እስር ቤት ሲታሰሩ ፤ሆስፒታል ድረስ ሄደው ሲታከሙ
(የሰናይ ጽሑፍ ኢትዮ- ሚዲያ ላይ አንብቡ) እነዚህ የኦሮሞ ወጣቶች በዴምህት/ቲፒዲኤም አመራሮች ‘ቂጥ ቂጣቸው’ እየተገረፉና
ወፌ ላላ ሲንጠለጠሉ፤ ለስቃይ እንደዳረጓቸው ፍሬ ነገሩን ብቻ ተገንዘቡ።
ከዚህ በማያያዝ መርሳት የሌለባችሁ ካሁን በፊት የከማል ገልቹ 400 ወታደሮች
ከነጠመንጃቸው በኤርትራኖች መነጠቃቸውን ‘ሰናይ’ የተባለ የሻዕቢያ የድሮ ጋዜጠኛ ሰሞኑን ስለ ተስፋዬ ገብረአብ ቀጣፊ እና ካሀዲ
ባሕሪ ባጋለጠበት ክፍል 2 (ኢትዮ ሚዲያ ) ተገልጿል። የኦነግ ካልቶች ሆይ! ዛሬም እባካችሁ ውሸት ነው እያላችሁ እኛኑን ከመውቀስ
ነፃ አድርጉን!!!! ሃቁ በናንተው ምላስ ሲነገር ይኼው አንብቡ። ጊዜ መስተዋቱ!!! መልካም ንባብ፦አመሰግናለሁ- ጌታቸው ረዳ
(Ethiopian Semay) getachre@aol.com
Journey
In the
Dark Oromo’s Untold Story In Eritrea
T.F/
AdamuNairobi Kenya
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
Source: SiiTube Ethiopian
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የኦነግ የመጨረሻ ሐፍረተ ቢስ እና የበሰበሰ ድርጅት መሆኑን ከዚህ ከራሳቸው አንደበት ምስክርነት ይኼው አንኳን አነበባችሁት!
