I was awed once again by the modest, humble and thought provoking letter of Eskinder Nega, an award winning Ethiopian journalists who has been separated from his wife and son and being incarcerated at the notorious Kality prison for doing the job he loves most. What is even more surprising about Eskinder's letter is that his endurance and composure to write such master piece from the worst unlikely places in the world where chaos, trauma, demeaning and degrading treatment of the inmates are a norm. Here is what he penned in his own word.
A Hero in Son's Eye
The
mistakes of my life. Ah! I could go on and on and on about them.
(Warning, I am aiming for your sympathy.) There are the missed
opportunities. (God is generous, I squandered them all, literally.)
There are the wrong choices (Hey there is at least the adrenaline
rush that comes with every wrong move.) There is the conceited
self-absorption (Obviously more and more as I rush through middle
age.) There is the lack of direction (Bitter to admit, but true.)
There is the incapacitating self-doubt. (Question: are you teary-eyed
or disgusted?)

