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Dertogada - Zelalem Nigussie
Dertogada - Zelalem Nigussie
A novel
By
Yisma`ake Worku
Translated By
Zelalem Nigussie
©Yisma`ke Worku
TRANSLATOR’S
NOTE
Dear readers,
Before everything else, I would like to
thank the Great Godwho had shaped the
universe and all life in it using only His
words. a lot of great individuals
contributed to this work. This book
contains pieces of the good spirits and
helping hands of many people of good will.
I would like to thank all my friends and
family especially:- my dear brother
Ashenafi Nigussie, my dear sis Hanna
Nigussie, my good mentors and friends
Desta Kebede, Solomon Mengesha,
dearest Emebet Alemayehu – who
currently lives in Dublin, Daniel
Taddesse, Artist Henok Melkam-zer,
Assefa Adenew, Samuel Zewge,
Mekonnenthe great technician, Wondwossen
Gemechuand Dese Melese. I really do not
have the words to tell you, how much
help you had been as I went through the
job. I could not have achieved it without
your support. Most of all, my sincere
applause for the great writer of our age
Yisma`ake Worku who has successfully
ignited the flames of literature
renaissance in Ethiopia that had been in
the dark for many years – you shall remain
in the hearts and souls of your country for many
ages to come.
Allow me to say something about the
general style and trend I followed when
translating this magnificently written
novel and give you a picture of my views
as to the ideas and characters depicted in
the book.
Yisma’ake writes with a style of his own,
made of intricate web of events filled
with suspense, excellent story telling -
coherent, flawless, and very well chosen
characters interesting enough, just to be
with. Its Amharic version gave me little
trouble during the translation. It was as if
the promising writer who gave birth to
our literary renascence, knowingly wrote
it thinking ahead of time. By that I
meant, he did not intend the novel to
reach local readers only but as a tribute
for readers all over the globe.
My humble opinion is that, maybe Africa
and all the developing nations could use
some of their genius minds if they
showed them just a little bit of
appreciation and acceptance.
If you have anything in your mind that
you would like to tell me after you read
the book, please do so.
I wish you all a very enlightening reading
experience.
Zelalem Nigussie -
Translator
Email:
zelalem66@gmail.com
Phone:
+251913251853
Addis Ababa,
Ethiopia
FORWARD
In this sophisticated age of space
exploration, you are now presented with a
prime novel, adequately capable of
deserving the eyes of all readers.
Written with a flawless literature coupled
with a magnanimous storytelling, it has a
particular style that is unique only to the
author.
I have personally read several science
fiction novels and watched scientific
movies, and this one competes with every
single one of the best. You will know this,
when reading it from a perspective, which
takes into account the author and the
conditions that presented him the
enthusiasm and the perseverance of
writing it until the end.
Chapter after chapter it takes you on a
voyage overflowing with suspense. It does
not stick to a single theme; rather it is a
sum of many complicated stories. Action
and breathtaking speed follows along, as
we turn each page.
It manifests all the characteristics of a
science fiction, a romantic, an
underground action, and a historical
novel. In this sense, the novel has shown
us intricate events with such
interconnectedness, we have never
realized before. It is a magnificent novel,
which successfully bonded the past with
the future.
Aha! About this last point, here lies only
one of the ideas, the book included. It is
about the battle between achieving
material or intellectual wealth. Moreover,
it is a book about nationalism... about
who will give away...what or who, for the
sake of one's own advantages? And who
shall fight, ‘Until the last drop of blood,’
for the sake of his/her identity? And etc...
The rest is left for the reader to
contemplate with...
Author Sebhat G. Egzea’beher
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my father in all things, Alemu
Beyadigae Getahun, I say to you; let the
books you provided me since the time I
was unfamiliar with modern education,
witness your greatness as a father, if they
can utter a word of oath. Here now…
accept the blessings of a son!
Aboye…Author Sibhihat
G/Egziabher, you have shined your light
on the script, even though I am the one
who wrote it. Your actions brought to
light one of the secrets behind your
unmatched ability to live with every
passing generation, in harmony. You are
an innovator never intimidated by new
ideas, new generations, and new eras. I
now pray, Sibhihat Le'ab (In the name of
God, The Most High) to commence my
journey with your blessings, for I have
lived my past days with and by you.
Gash Yeshaw Tesema ( Author and
Critique ) or shall I call you the masseur
of Kotebe, allow me to raise my pen and
show you my gratitude, because you have
shown me that , there is no literary sprain
or cramp that can`t heal or be restored,
with the touch by the hands of wisdom.
To author and poet Be'iwqetu Seyoum,
author and poet Endale Geta Kebede, Dr.
Yoftahe Seyoum, author and poet
Zelalem Getachew, Dr. Kefelegne and to
the American Authoer Daniel Jonson, I
pray for all of you to stay around the
table set for art.
To poet Belew Gebeyehu or my
'Gemaliyal' ...as I call you: The name of
the demon that possessed us both is
“Literature”, which shall not be exorcized
with a holy water, slashes, or even
crucifixion. It will not die with us when
our times are up.
To Engidawork Habte, “my stack
library”’: we have all the time we need
until our graves are dug, so that we can
listen to all you have read about. How
blessed are we. To Tsega Andargie, would
a “thank you “be enough to reach the
heights of our efforts? If so, accept my
blessing to last a lifetime. Also, to Melaku
H.Micheal, Emebet Endale, Senaiet
Tesfaye, Kal-kidan Getachew, Teigst
Solomon, Fasika Getachew, Nardos
Tsegaye, Ins. Alazar Getachew, Ato
Derege Walae, Getenet Dana and Delalem
Ayu; I want you all, to please accept my
blessings.
Maher Shalal Hash Baz
In memory of
Ethiopian
NASA Scientist
Kitaw Ejigu
PREFACE
Yisma`ake Adonie
PROLOGUE
USA 1997
Tel Aviv
Israel
CHAPTER 3
LOS ANGLES
The setting sun created a marvelous sight
at the far end of the pacific horizon. The
reddish yellow rays reflected upon the
ocean, honoring it with brilliant colors
that made anyone think about an ocean
of molten gold. Again and again, its
golden waves hastened to the sandy
shore, only to go back after sprinkling
some of its glory on the backs of the
almost nude bodies of women lying down
on the beach. The beauty of nature
seemed at its maximum.
Santa Monica sounded as lively as ever
with the sweet laughers of young men
and women. The men mostly sat in
groups talking, as spectacles to one of the
highly popular shows on earth-the
arousing voluptuous bodies of women
with the power of completely
surrendering one`s curiosity.
However, doctor Mirage and engineer
Shagiz were heedless of the scene on the
beach, their minds preoccupied with one
common interest. A white man sat along
with them. His yellowish teeth and
ghostly complexion along with his skinny
body, everything about him was as a
zombie out of its grave. He has
succeeded in the business of tattooing
since seventeen years ago. He talked very
quickly.
Soon a white speeding Cadillac came to a
sudden stop. Four men came out from the
four simultaneously opened doors and
went into the park. One of them begun
talking to a transmitter he wore on his
wrist as a watch, keeping his eyes fixed on
the three men.
“Dov you know?” the tattoo specialist
spoke to the two Africans in a Russian
accent, “America is the centre of tattoo
design. Especially since 1891, a time when
the first patent was given to an electronic
tattooing device, he cleared his throat
repeatedly. He lighted a cigar and
continued. “Many native Americans
tattooed their bodies and faces as a
custom. In addition, there are some tribes
in the state of California, who tattooed
their bodies with various colors. In New
Zealand, there are tribes who made
tattoos on their bodies using a fractured
animal bone. The Ayenu tribe in Japan,
the Ebo tribe in Nigeria, the Senoia tribe
in Mali and the Pima Indians in Arizona
made curving tattoos by stinging their
bodies with a pin or a thorn.”
Both were giving him their full attentions.
“You know?” he continued pulling in his
cigarette. “Tattoos were also discovered
on the mummified remains of Egyptian
dead bodies. Ancient Greek and Roman
authors wrote about the custom of
tattooing among Greeks, French,
Germans and the English.
“For what purpose did they use
tattooing?” asked Mirage after listening
for a long moment. However, Shagiz did
not seem to have much interest about this
tattoo business. He seemed to examine
doctor Mirages intentions deeply.
Around here, people tattooed the names
of their loved ones. Some tattooed the
year of their birthday. They also tattooed
designs that we do not know. He lit
another cigar putting out the one that
burned out completely between his
fingers.
“Do you`ve anything else to tell us about
tattoos?” Mirage asked him. Mirage was
always curious about mysterious things.
He used to say. “I`m more curious about
some enigmatic junk than a diamond I
can find in the open.”
“Something else?” he said, dragging at his
cigar with a love comparable to a child`s
to its mother`s breasts. “The Romans
made tattoos on their criminals and
slaves.”
The two looked at each other. Criminals
and slaves used to have taboos! We
cannot be criminals. Now there is no
more slavery. Perhaps we had escaped
from slavery. Was there slavery during
King Ras Teferi? Mirage thought.
The Russian went on, “To tell you the
truth, some people came to me with
designs I don`t even know and ask me to
tattoo them.”
Doctor Mirage pulled up the T-shirt he
was wearing, to show the specialist the
tattoo on his back and covered it again.
“Have you ever seen a tattoo like this?”
he asked him.
“Let me see it again!” said the specialist.
When Mirage uncovered his tattoo, he
extended his slight neck, stretching it
until it resembled a turkey`s. He studied
the sign for a long while. He could not
make out the strange letters that
constituted the word `Dertogada`
[ዴርቶጋዳ].
“Sorry, I don`t know anything about
this.” he said, gazing upon the numerals
inscribed on the huge sign in the shape of
the third letter ቶ. “I don`t think the
numbers on the tattoo were placed
randomly. The numbers on this sign
could be secret codes to something
mysterious. I guess. It`ll be a lot better if
you discuss it with the person who made
it.”
“The person who made the tattoo on us
is not alive at the moment,” said Shagiz.
He was amazed when they told him; the
tattoo was made on both of them in
exactly the same way.
“I guess you two have something secret in
common,” he said, stamping the cigar out
with the sole of his shoe.
The Russian was intently looking at
Shagiz with an expression that showed
his desire of intimacy with him. If only
engineer Shagiz were as interested as the
doctor was, he could have won his favor.
However, the engineer had almost no
interest about the tattoo.
After they bade farewell to the tattoo
specialist, they remained as they were,
contemplating the matter in silence.
“By the way, while I was in the monastery,
a monk told me about Ethiopian tattoos.”
said Mirage just to break the silence.
“What did the monk tell you?” said
Shagiz coming back to reality.
“Ethiopian Orthodox Christians tattooed
their Christian names on their bodies, so
that they remembered it. They also think
that they shall get a proper burial service
if they were to die on a strange land.”
Mirage replied trying to remember what
the monk told him a long time ago.
“Yea, I remember something else…
Ethiopians has kept changing their names
in every age. For example in the age of
the Old Testament, their names were
individually different. Meaning one would
not be called with someone else`s name.
`Abraham` used to be the only
`Abraham`, but in our generation, we
know many people called `Abraham`. The
only `Abraham` I knew, who bear the
name alone was the Abraham in the bible.
But the problem is how this was
connected with tattoos.”
“So what else did he tell you about the
tattoos?”
“After the birth of Christ, these
Ethiopians were given Christian names
when they were baptized. They were
called; Gebre-Eyesus, Welete-Mariam,
Tekle-Haimanot, Gebre-Selasie. Later on,
during the crusade, while they were being
hunted down and killed, using their
names as a means to identify them they
were forced to change their names into
common names such as Hailae, Kebede,
Ababe and so on. The generation we are
now, living in, first inherited these names
following the custom. Therefore, a tattoo
has a special as well as secretive meaning
among Ethiopians. If tattoos were used
by Christians to conceal their identities
during times of persecution, then it is
possible that they`ve hidden their other
secrets with tattoos too.” Mirage tried to
find a connection with his tattoo, but
nothing seemed to fit in place.
“Do you know anything about the middle
sign `ቶ` (Toä)? Perhaps it is better to try
to find its meaning from its alphabetical
point of view,” said Shagiz gazing
towards Mirage with eyes as penetrating
as an eagle`s.
“I recall reading about it on an ancient
Ethiopian book with pages made out of
thinly tanned goat skin - the Berana.”
answered Mirage. “According to the
book, the seventh replication of the tenth
letter in the Ge`ez alphabet represented
man and Christ. `ቶ` is the symbol of life.
In the ancient central parts of Ethiopia,
as it was written there used to be a temple
built to worship the sun god in Karan.
The Eastern wall was decorated with
diamonds, emeralds, gold as well as many
other rare precious stones. Below these,
two statues of lionesses, made out of
Gold, are found. Just above them, the two
letters were seen drawn. The book
explained that, the sign `ቶ` designates the
first man and Christ. And that it is the
sign of life.”
“By the way, once I went to attend a
technological meeting in Egypt, I
remember looking at this sign while I
toured around some ancient graves,” said
engineer Shagiz.
“Yes, you might have seen it. Because, a
long time ago Egypt used to be under the
care of Ethiopia`s administration.
Egyptians at one time went to the point
of worshiping Ethiopians. Ancient
Egyptian Kemets used to believe that the
Nile originated from under the
mountains of the moon. Moreover, as
Ethiopia is the source of Nile, they
associated Ethiopians with gods and
goddesses. They mentioned on their
Hieroglyphics and other manuscripts, the
fact that, their knowledge about the
architecture of pyramids and temples,
astronomy, mathematics and other
wisdoms were taught to them by their
gods and goddesses, and by people who
dwelled North of Egypt - below the
Mountains of the Moon. This is a strong
circumstantial evidence that the same sign
you saw held by their gods and goddesses
on the paintings, also originated from the
land of their gods below the Mountains
of the Moon - Ethiopia.”
As you have just said, the symbol is one
of the 133 letters in the Ethiopian
alphabet. I also know that the symbol was
modified into one type of cross. What`s
more, it is normal for girls in Northern
Ethiopia to have this letter tattooed on
their foreheads, especially in Wollo and
Begae Medir.” Shagiz said to add
whatever little he knew about the subject.
“But the symbol on our tattoos is
populated with something else too. I
think it looks like a key.” Mirage
speculated noticing that the symbol
resembled a kind of key.
“Or, maybe a key to unlock something
secret - a code?”
“How about the rest of the symbols?”
“I guess the word Dertogada held general
information; a lead about this secret.”
Their discussion on solving the puzzle
went on for some time. Then the doctor
felt he should be concerned about the
engineer`s health more than trying to
solve a difficult mystery.
He took a deep breath, “So, how is your
heart now? Is it getting better?”
“I am used to recovering quickly. I will
definitely have another surgery after two
months. I`ll be on a continuous surgery
as long as a lasting solution can be
discovered to treat my heart.”
“Engineer,” said Mirage as if there is
something bothering him. “There are two
things I would like to do right now.”
“Can you tell me what?” asked Engineer
Shagiz.
“First of all I want to find a solution for
your heart problem. The problem you are
facing just when you were beginning to
attend to the problems of your poor
country shall not only be your personal
problem, but a problem for all Ethiopians
who have a sense of well-being to their
country. Doing a quarter of what you
have done to flourish the over-
development of America, could be
enough to yank that poor country out of
poverty for good. The country will have a
chance to take the first step towards
moving along technological development,
if only able citizens just like you stood by
her in unison.
In 1948, Israel was rebuilt with the efforts
of only very few Zionists who have the
love and the commitment to bring their
nation into life. What it takes to make a
change is not necessarily the efforts of
the multitude, but the efforts of a few
determined individuals. And, you are one
of the most determined individual I`ve
ever known. Jesus chose only twelve
disciples to herald the Gospel to the
whole world. Likewise, only few of her
committed citizens will be enough to
rebuilt Ethiopia. These committed few,
will inspire millions behind them. That is
why; saving you shall be my first priority.
The second issue of importance is my
task to uncover the secret behind the
tattoos on our backs__” he paused,
thinking about a third very important but
personal matter.
He has been thinking about searching for
Zipporah, but where could he search?
That was, the other puzzle that he should
solve. He even thought about the
weirdest ways of posting a `MISSING`
ad, “There are more than six billion
people in the world, half of them are
women. So how in the world are you
going to find her?” Jangida once joked
about his intent. But, Mirage never found
it in his heart to forget her.
“Anyway you should be careful. Take care
of yourself and we`ll do everything else
wisely.” said Shagiz. “…Wisdom shall
cover your eyes, but care shall protect
you.” The bible says.”
As they went to their cars talking, the
four men sitting in their sunglasses
followed them to their own cars.
Doctor Mirage bade good-bye to the
engineer and started driving towards his
apartment. The white Cadillac with the
four men was following him at a safe
distance. As he curbed out of highway
101 into an avenue leading to his
neighborhood the white Cadillac did the
same. He slowed down to let it pass, but
the Cadillac also slowed down still
following him. He tried to look at the
faces of the people inside the automobile
through their reflections in his side
mirror. He could not identify their faces
hidden behind sunglasses.
He parked his car, went up to his
apartment and curiously watched the
Cadillac from his window, which came to
a halt under the building. Just then, a
huge explosion went on in the parking lot
of the building. He was later shocked to
discover there was a bomb planted in his
car. A moment after the explosion, police
cars swarmed the neighborhood.
The Cadillac was nowhere in sight. The
police found no one except Mirage, to
interrogate.
“Do you know anything about what had
just happened?”
“I don`t know anything about it.”
“Ok. You must come with us.”
“Why?”
“We need your statement.”
“What statement?”
“We`ll talk about it when we get there.
You must give your statement.”
The police cars disappeared with Mirage
flashing their blue and red lights.
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“Oh God!” Mirage said, looking at
Meroda in an expression of confusion.
Both had finished reading and were
looking at each other, as if they could
find the solution to the puzzle in each
other`s eyes.
“What do you think?” Mirage asked her
at last.
“I think whoever sent you this must know
you very well.” She told him. “You know
why? Think about the guitar that they had
given you. That means, they know you
love guitars. Usually people use
something you have to set a trap for you.
Again, they planned to get to you through
this poem, because they know you love
poetry. Therefore, I have no doubt that
the people who are doing this had
intimate knowledge about your personal
life. Who do you think these people are?
Do you have anyone in mind?”
“I know only few people in the whole
world. They are so few in number that in
fact I could name them to you right now.”
“I`m listening…”
“One Zipporah…” she cut him short,
Zipporah`s name always seemed to
produce a sudden fit of anger on Meroda.
“Idiot! You are an idiot. Don`t I know
you more than Zipporah knew you?
When was the last time you were with
her? Years had gone by since then. Does
she even have a memory of you playing a
guitar? Tell me! Does she remember you
as a man who loved reading modern
poetry? She remembered you as a deacon
reciting prayers and enchanting in the
altar. You are not making any sense…you
disgust me!” she abruptly came to her
feet. “I told you, I never want to hear her
name again. She makes me shudder! She
is a satanic spirit! I have no doubt that if
love was something that could be
measured, the greater and deeper love I
have for you would be proved. She is a
jinee… a black-magician! And she has
made you too just like herself.” She went
into the bedroom cursing him. He
followed her.
“You see Meroda. I have no doubt that
she is searching for me too. She loves me.
And I love her. She was taken away
against her will. People came between us.
And our lives took separate ways. Tell me,
what sin did she commit? And me, where
did I go wrong by searching for my love
all my life? May be I`d be doing the same
thing if that woman were you.” He felt a
deep sympathy for her. However, his heart
had always tended to pull him to
Zipporah, away from her.
“You see…in your child hood there was
no horizon for you to see except for the
horizon that lies beyond the mountains
around Lake Tana. You thought there was
no horizon or even a lake other than your
eyes could see. But that has changed since
then. You have seen a more distant
horizon and a more vast lake. You have
played your guitar looking at the vastness
of the pacific and the far away horizon
beyond it. As long as you are moving
forward, you will discover a vaster
horizon and a vaster world. When you
climb up the mountains you can see, then
many other mountains will come into
your view. The mountains you were
looking at first were hiding them from
you. Zipporah was the one who at first
was hiding the others from your eyes.
Now you should be able to climb up to
her tip; unless of course you want to
remain forever in your first horizon, I am
now your new horizon. Now stop looking
at her and look at me. You may even love
me. Who knows? I cannot force you. But
I will still love you, whatever your answer
may be.” Tears suddenly filled her eyes.
She did not want to cry. Therefore, she
diverted her thoughts by changing the
topic. “Do you have any possession that
Jangida had ever touched?” she asked him
fighting back her emotions and trying to
focus on the matter at hand.
“Yes,” he replied. “Let me get you a book
he read again and again a couple of
months ago. It is a book written by
Laureate Tsegaye G. Medhin, called “Fire
or Flower.”
She spent a lot of time studying the pages
of the book with a special fluorescent
light that radiated from an instrument in
the shape of a pen. At last, she found
Jangida`s fingerprints on the pages of the
poetry book on which `The passion of
Peter` was written. She then scanned both
sides of the seemingly empty letter. Her
guess was right. She found a matching
print on the letter.
“Jangida`s finger prints are on the letter
too.” She told him.
“How could I know?” replied Meroda.
“But I suspect there is some mystery
behind all this.”
“What kind of mystery?” Mirage asked
again lost in thought. “I`ve to meet
engineer Shagiz immediately.” He said,
trying to fit the guitar back again. He
pressed the numbers with whose
command the guitar`s sound box was
opened at first. The lid slide back sealing
the sound box as it should be. “I`ve to
find Shagiz. I don`t want to go to
Ethiopia before I met him, at least once.”
he said, touching the guitar`s strings with
his fingers.
“Are you going to play a song for him
too?” she asked him mockingly. “You`re a
foolish monk, Mirage. You can`t even
realize what you are doing.”
“How?” he asked her, startled.
“Don`t you know thousands of hounds
are always stalking him? Do you want to
confront the CIA again?”
“I must meet him somehow.” He said
picking up his cell phone and dialed
Shagiz`s number. She snatched the cell
phone out of his hand with a lightning
speed.
“You don`t even know that your phone is
tapped.” She said. “Poor thing...”
She led him by the hand to her bedroom,
where she gave him another cell phone.
He called Shagiz. After the routine
greetings were over, he asked him if he
had the time for them to talk. Shagiz told
him the rendezvous point without
hesitation. He said, he too wanted to talk
about something. There was an obvious
tone of haste in his tone of voice.
CHAPTER 8
New York, the United States
CALIFORNIA
SEPTEMBER 2005
ETHIOPIA
The 164thverse:-
To the chapel from “Bethlehem”,
Dertogada Education
and
Training Section
Jangida pushed a combination of numeric
password onto a secured lock dial
adjacent the gate. Upon their entrance,
Jangida began explaining.
“This section_” he said. “…is where
Dertogada provides academic and
educational trainings. In this section,
trainings are given in engineering,
medicine and other scientific fields. It has
many members that are at the moment
taking trainings inside its various
divisions.” Jangida went on explaining to
Mirage about the main features of the
section. When they completed the tour
and left the room, the door slid shut
behind them.
The next section on their tour was the
Dertogada Research Section. This one was
equipped with manyhigh-speed
processing modern computers and other
hi-tech devices and gadgets. Jangida took
him into each division and showed him
engineers and scientists occupied on their
duties. He even introduced him to some
of them.
Mirage was a lot more amazed when he
led him into the special medical section.
It was a complete state-of-the-art hospital
unlike any other, with a surgical division
unique in its all-embracing services. There
was no type of surgery that couldn`t be
efficiently performed here. Heart Surgery,
Brain Surgery, Neuro-Surgery, Organ
Transplant…name it. It was a place where
the human body could be flawlessly
disassembled and reassembled again.
Now they were in another section: -
Dertogada Intelligence and Security
Section
Jangida introduced him to the section`s
head - colonel Fissiha - a man of vigor
and determination with a graceful
commanding countenance, accentuated by
a partially graying hair.
“Welcome, doctor Mirage.” He said,
greeting him with a firm handshake.
Mirage wondered where he`d seen the
man before. Yes! He remembered. The
colonel was the man who`d given him the
guitar, back when he was in Los-Angeles,
at the shores of the Pacific.
“He is a missile scientist. He sacrificed
abandoning the long-range-scud-missile
development project he`d been working
on in the United States, in order to join
us.” Jangida explained. “He did it for the
sake of his country. It`s okay to call him
“Ethiopia”. That`s his nick name. He is
one of the many scientists recruited and
sent here by engineer Shagiz. All what
you are looking at now was made possible
because of him. He too will be joining us
here as soon as he completed his duties
there, at the decisive hour.”
The colonel nodded his head as a sign of
his reverence for the engineer and shook
their hands again to leave.
“All you see is just the beginning.”
Colonel Fissiha told them and smiled.
There were big computer screens fitted to
the walls, on which satellite images and
pictures showing security events from all
around the world.
A young man came past one of the doors,
introduced himself to Mirage as
Girmachew, and left without saying
much.
As they went into the next room, a man
with a boyish look but a graying hair got
up from his chair and shook Mirage`s
hand.
“My name is General Atnafu Taye. I`m
chief of the Derotogda Defense System.”
He told him.
The general simply pointed to a nearby
door which opened by itself. Inside and
beyond the door, young men in green
army-like overalls were under training
maneuvers.
Gera-another young man approached and
introduce himself to Mirage. The working
overalls he was wearing was smeared with
grease and machine lubricant oil. Even
his face was covered with black oil stains.
He made an unsuccessful attempt to clean
his face with a hand he`d been holding a
wrench, and smiled.
“Doctor Mirage, you should be happy
because you joined us.” Gera said. “I
think you`ll like it here. I`m sure you`re
glad to be part of this mission.”
Mirage didn`t take a moment to recall
where he`d seen this young man before.
Gera was the same young man who`d
read him Tsegaye`s poem back in the way
to Nile. They exchanged knowing smiles.
“Engineer Gera is Dertogada`s
engineering section staff.” Doctor Jangida
told him. “He is a brilliant minded young
man who had participated in the building
of the flying machines called Der-33.
Engineer Gera had been a member of the
American army and a fighter plane pilot
too. He had contributed a great deal in
test flying the Der-33, which was an
outcome of cumulative efforts of various
Ethiopian scientists in different fields of
endeavors from all parts of the world.
“I better give you a tour of Der-33 before
everything else.
He led them towards a huge,
superfluously aerodynamic object and
started to explain.
“You are looking at Der-33. She is a
magnificent work of art and technology.
An AA - an Airborne Amphibian,
meaning it`s designed to operate on land,
under water and in air with an exceptional
efficiency and endurance. The machine
has computer monitored wings which can
be retracted inside its body when it`s not
flying. Without the stretched wings, its
body can go terrestrial in a similar way as
an on land vehicle. In water, its wings and
landing gears are retracted into its body.
Then the whole of its body is
automatically covered with a thick but
very light aluminum alloy, so that it could
act as a submarine.
The AA was designed by Engineer Shagiz
Ejigu. But to give her the shape and her
integrated capabilities that she`s got now,
many Ethiopian scientists had to sweat
day and night. Oh, one more thing_ It is
equipped with a radar-illusive device of
the latest technology that can make it
completely out of any radar`s visibility
range. Of course, by that I meant, at least
all radars in the world operating up until
today. We`ll never know what the future
may come up with. That`s how we were
able to transport Dertogada`s scientists
without the knowledge of the countries
they`ve been working in. We knew it is
illegal to enter the air space of any other
country without permission. However,
who`ll give us the permission to borrow
our own scientists, only because they say
they want to go to their countries. We had
to do it! I think, there will be no hard
feelings if these countries found out
about our trespassing later on. No harm
was meant!” he smiled and opened a very
huge gate to show them a fleet of ships
similar to D-33.
“It is through this gate that these
machines engage and disengage as
submarines.” He said walking towards
another gate. “These are different
versions of D-33 designed specially to
operate under water. They are used to
transport all provisions to Dertogada
under Tana`s waters. The goods are
delivered to them in a conspicuous garage
found in Bahir-Dar that joined the lake at
the rear. Everything and anybody who
arrives at or leave Dertogada, do so
through these AAs - except you.” He
smiled at Doctor Mirage.
He guided his small group of tourists -
Mirage and Jangida-to the silently
operating generators, a very huge library
and a magnificently equipped gym. At
last, when he took them to Abba
Jenberu`s office, Mirage was in a dreamy
state of awe.
Abba Jenberu sat behind a large shiny
dark red table on a comfortable chair,
stroking his snow-white beard. He smiled
at him and showed him to a similar chair
opposite the one he sat.
“You seemed confused…” Abba Jenberu
asked Mirage after a brief moment of
silence. Doctor Jangida had gone back to
work.
“You`re right.” He replied.
“Your confusion is natural. Many of the
new recruits are confused the first time
they`re here. It is to be expected. Who
could imagine finding such a modern and
sophisticated research center in the
middle of an island jungle far from any
hint of civilization? No, not a third world
island!” he paused, took a deep breath
and went on.
“In 1941, the invading Italian army was
forced out of Ethiopia through the allied
armies from both Ethiopia and Britannia.
However, at its outset, the Italian army
set out, confident that the whole of
Africa would be in its clutch. It had gone
through 40 years of preparations to that
end. And at last the army arrived on a
mission of colonizing Africa from a
central strategic location - Ethiopia.” He
pressed a button attached to his table he
used as a short cut to his computer. A
screen that could`ve been mistaken as
part of the wall went live and black and
white photographs of the Italian Army
entering Ethiopia begun to slide-show.
Abba Jenberu went on.
“At the time the Italian army engaged in
war with an East African nation, it had
three hundred and twenty five thousand
infantry. Out of which, two hundred
thousand were Black African soldiers
from Italy`s territories already under its
yolk of colonization.”
Mirage looked up to the screen eager to
see the Italian soldiers. He focused on
black armed soldiers walking along the
European faces.
Abba Jenberu continued his history
session.
“As our country was invaded by a force
beyond its defensive extremes, patriots
fled to the jungles flight from the
shadows. It was an enemy with a high
degree of weaponry superiority over
them, which they couldn`t fight head-on
on a battlefield. There were some who`ve
joined the Italian army to loot their own
land. These traitors led the Italian army to
the hiding places from where the patriots
were fighting back, persecuting them and
bringing more suffering and pillage upon
their country. I`ve lived to see it all. At
the time, I was wise enough to join the
Italian army as a traitor, to fight my kind
of battle. I became their courier boy. I
didn`t take long to secure their trust.
Soon they took me to the Mediterranean
Sea to teach me seamanship. I went to
Italy. I went back home a captain after a
few years. He showed him a photo of
himself accepting the title of captain.
“The invading Italian army made the
town of Gorgora its command centre, so
that it would be possible to control the
whole of the North Western part of the
country-specially Gojam and Gondar as
part of its strategic movement towards
central Ethiopia. No one exactly knows
why the army chose Gorgora-at the
northern shore of Tana - as a base. From
its central location on Gorgora port, it
used boats to transport weapons and food
for its army bases in Gojam province and
around the lake. Then I was made the
captain of a large vessel. The boat was the
largest of all other boats sailing on Tana
at the time. It was nearly as big as a ship,
really. The boat arrived in Tana in 1931
Ethiopia year, but it didn`t stay long on
Lake Tana. I was the captain of this vessel
during the period it was sailing Tana.
Photographs of boats sailing Tana at the
time showed on the screen. On one
photo, Abba Jenberu is seen standing
upon a ship that he sailed with two other
Abyssinians.
“These two you`re looking at standing
with me on the boat are Abba Diddimos
and Abba Finhass. In 1933 when the
defeated Italian army was made to flee
out of the country, so much amusing
events had occurred. The fleeing army
submerged all its boats in the deepest part
of Tana near Angara Island. Many years
after in 1940 a man called Busky head of
one of the families who stayed back here-
did a diving expedition to bring the
sunken boats to the surface again. He
managed to rescue three of the boats -
Saint George, Santa Maria and Sanicola - and
opened a boat repair service he called
Naviga Tana. Later on their names
changed to local and hybrid names -
Andinet, Limalimo and Tatek in their order.
The tell wasn`t strange to anyone around
here. But the exact identity of Busky and
his motives of opening the Naviga Tana
was a mystery to all. In 1967 when the
dictator - Derg - fought its way to the
throne, Busky`s company was confiscated.
When he was no longer able to do
business, he went back home leaving
everything behind. But as it was brought
to light latter on, Busky`s intentions then
were not to improve the transportation
system on Tana, contrary to what was
believed earlier. It was clear that he stayed
behind not because his Italian family
could lead a more comfortable life in
Ethiopia than in Italy. No, he`d some
other reason to stay. There was some
other past secret which have caused the
family a hell of bloodshed.” Abba
Jenberu left his chair, walked towards the
screen and tapped at the photo of the
huge boat that filled the screen from top
to bottom, as if to give his point an
emphasis. Then he presumed his seat
again.
“Other than the three boats rescued by
Busky in 1940, the one I used to be
captain of had been missing to this day.
Can you imagine where?” he stood up
again, walked a few steps back and forth
in agitation and took his seat again.
“This boat went down here, under Tana`s
water. Right heee…rre! Now I am the
only living witness to this fact. Now no
other Ethiopian knows anything about
the missing boat.” Again, he walked back
and forth in the space behind his chair
and sat back.
“This boat we`re talking about was
carefully and deliberately submerged
while carrying a cargo of 59 barrels of
silver coins, 38 barrels of gold bars along
with a few kilos of diamonds and other
iron chests filled with God knows what.
All this was taken away from the ancient
treasury reserve kept by the government
at the time in Gonder and from people
who had the habit of burying their
treasure. It is our own dear treasure!
When the boat was buried under a mud
below water Ayalew, Abba Finhass and I
were among the men who undertook the
job, because we were part of the crew.
After the boat was completely submerged,
the Italian Generals made a map of the
exact spot. Then they covered our eyes
with black cloths and put us in a smaller
boat. Then they took us to Daga Island
under strict watch, at gunpoint. In Daga,
they brought all of us and twenty four of
their own soldiers together under a big
fig tree and fired a torrent of bullets in
the hope of executing all of us. Many
Ethiopians who worked in the cargo
section died that day along with their own
soldiers.
I was wounded on my calf, and was
unable to move. About six bloody dead
bodies fell on me, while I lay under their
weight covered with their blood and
expecting the worst. I could see our
murderer Generals from where I was
stuck. They all seemed to want to keep
the map each to themselves. They
couldn`t agree and at last they started
shooting at each other. The soldier with
the map was shot and fell close to where I
was. I reached out and carefully searched
his pockets for the map with my bloody
hand. I found the map and stacked it
away under a stone near where I fell
down. When the shootout was over all
the top ranking officers were dead except
one. He began searching for the map in
his comrades` pockets. However, you can
imagine what he found. Nothing! …He
went mad. He searched the dead bodies
repeatedly all night. In the morning, he
took the boat and was gone, to my relief.
The general came back with his family to
live in Ethiopia after his journey to Italy.
Nobody ever suspected him to be an
Italian general when he started a business
in Bahir-Dar with another name - Busky.”
Abba Jenberu paused.
Mirage now had the whole picture.
“I got it. But where is the map now?” he
asked him for the first time.
“I kept it hidden. I found my friends
badly wounded. Mine was just a grazed
calf. I covered their wounds with pieces
of cloth I tore away from the dead. I
went down to the monastery and begged
the monks to help me bury the dead. We
dug a deep hole adjacent the lighthouse
and buried all the bodies in one grave. We
stayed for some days in the monastery
and went back to Bahir Dar city. At the
time, the king had just got back from his
exile. He had been to England to ask the
Britannia government for support against
the Italian army. The three of us Ayalew,
Finhass and I were thrown in jail for
treason. In 1950, all three of us broke out
of prison.
Finhass fled to the Northern Mountains.
He was a Jew, so he went to lie there close
to his relatives who lived as blacksmiths.
Soon he was married.
Ayalew and I went to live in a little town
near Bahir Dar city. In 1959, nine years
after …you were born. When you were
about three years old, the king`s soldiers
came for me, so I fled to Daga Estefan
monastery taking you with me.
After a time, Finhass too came to that
island with his daughter named Zipporah.
And since children are not suited for
Daga, the two of you were sent away to
the nunnery – Entons_”
“Are you telling me that you are my real
father?” Mirage interrupted.
“Yes, I am your father. Your mother
was…tortured to death by people who
needed the information about my
whereabouts. They killed her.”
“Why have you waited all this time to tell
me that you`re my father?”
“I was waiting for the right time. Later
on, I came to tell you the truth, but they
told me that you went away from the
monastery. I couldn`t find you. Now
history has brought us together again.”
“And Zipporah`s father is really Abba
Finhass?”
“Yes he is.” replied Abba Jenberu and
went on telling him about the sunken
boat.
“After Aleka Ayalew came here to be with
us, I told him about the map that I had
with meand we came to a decision. That
was to dig out the boat and share the
treasure equally among the two of us. On
the other hand, we didn`t have the
strength and the situation would not
allow it at the time. We needed a lot of
energy to do it. Because the boat was
located very deep below the lake`s floor.
Since we didn`t have a choice, we began
digging. The location of the boat seemed
deeper than we expected, and the hole
kept on getting larger and deeper every
day. There was no sign of the boat.Since
the king`s soldiers were searching for us
we used the hole as a hiding place. It was
later to become a place of sanctuary for
the valuable books and manuscripts
found in the monastery.
It was a perfect place for books, since it
didn`t allow any rain inside it. We had
nowhere to go, so I begun reading a lot
gradually transforming myself. I changed
from a selfish materialist into a
considerate patriot. I was dreaming day
and night about the treasure inside the
boat. Later on, I found myself a changed
man. I started to think about the
wonderful civilization that I saw while I
was in Europe. I was envious. I wished
for the railway lines, the universities and
the magnificent highways of Europe to
my country. When awareness and
knowledge gradually sets in, you`ll
understand and feel that you`re
increasingly being plundered. If you
never know your rights, you`ll never
know you`re under slavery. That`s when a
though hit me. My vision was to make the
already small academic institute within
the cave into an unchanging but up to
date secret organization, which would
pave the path of civilization to this
country. I understood that civilization
could come to this country only through
the efforts of its own children working
for a common goal. And for that purpose
its citizens must be fully educated in
science and technology. We need our own
people to unearth its buried treasures; our
own boys to achieve academic excellence
and use its natural resources to create a
universal transformation. It dawned on
me that, to make Ethiopia under the
ownership of Ethiopians, we need the
right technology in the hands of its
citizens. I spent eons trying to dig out a
boat full of treasure, because I didn`t
have the technical aid I needed. This
country has the same problems I had.
Therefore, I wanted to create the base of
the solution where I am, with what I have
here in this monastery. Only Aleka
Ayalew shared this dream of mine.
Ayalew was known in this monastery as
Abba Diddimos. Abba Diddimos was
someone who needed authority so that he
could bring change.”
He was closely related with the martyr
patriarch Pop Peter. They were intimate.
The patriarch used to tell him that he
wanted to give him a higher papal
position before he was imprisoned by the
fascists in his own country. Abba
Diddimos in turn had always advised the
Pop to change his confrontational
behavior towards the fascists. However,
he never succeeded. Pop Peter died,
executed by the enemy. Since then Abba
Diddimos seemed to me, a changed man.
We had copied the map of the sunken
ship on to a huge `Berana` book`s page.
It was Ayalew`s idea. He persuaded me to
do it, since the map was made on a
perishable paper originally, it would be
better if we copied it on a Berana
parchment, for the sake of its longevity.
“Follow me.” Abba Jenberu said, leading
Mirage into a very large hall that held
stack upon stack of Berana books.
“You see!” he told him, pointing to a
huge volume. At first, he thought it was a
big log lying on the floor, not a book. It
took him a moment to realize that it was
a book. He`d never seen a book of that
size in his entire life.
“This book is six meters high and four
meters wide. It is without doubt the
biggest book in the world. We copied the
map drawn in red ink on page 444 of this
book.”
The two went up specially made ladders
to turn the wooden cover of the book,
which was intricately made. The words
written inside the pages seemed like
Ge`ez, but he couldn`t make out even
one word out of it. Abba Jenberu noticed
his confusion and said, “My son, Mirage.
Don`t worry about reading it. You can`t
understand it. We`ve never used the book,
but I managed to find help in translating
it and know that it is filled with highly
sophisticated scientific knowledge. Even
though it was written using Ge`ez words,
the words are encrypted in a method
called Melwat.” Then Abba Jenberu
produced another small book the size of
a palm from under piles of books to
show it to him.
“This small book is the key to decrypt
this big volume. This was made for a
reason. If an enemy stole this bigger
volume away, they could never read it
without this key. Our fathers were wise.
But us…” he left the words in mid air
you see; this is not a dream or a novel.
It is a true story. It needs a lot of research
to decipher everything this book holds.
But we don`t have the readiness to study
ou8r own history, because we`re unsure
about ourselves. Because we don`t no
longer believe in ourselves. Any way our
goal is not to read and understand the
book. Ok, turn to page 444.” Abba
Jenberu said.
Mirage spent a considerable amount of
time struggling with the pages in an
effort to turn them carefully. He reached
page 443. Then page 405 came. Page 404
was missing. Again, he looked up, to face
Abba Jenberu in confusion. Abba
Jenberu was smiling. It wasn`t a genuine
smile. He knew that Abba Diddimos
deliberately wrote the wrong page `444`
which was a set of four separate 4s
instead of 404.
“Where is page 404?” doctor Mirage
asked.
“You don`t know where page 404 is?”
Abba Jenberu asked him back.
“Me?”
“Yes you. Haven`t you yet seen the tattoo
that Abba Jenberu made on your back
while you were still a child? He was the
one who scribed the poem by The Lauriat
and who gave him the random words to
include in his poem. In 1968, he
encrypted the coded words in the poem
into numbers and tattooed these numbers
on your back. He also used the tattooed
shape of a cross to illustrate the secret
behind the boat sunk years ago. But he
had vanished with the map that showed
its exact location, which was drawn on
this particular page. He had already torn
it out by the time he gave the random
words to the poet. As I was telling you, at
the time he was beginning to get secretive
about everything he was doing. He never
told both of us anything. Perhaps he
never trusted us. In truth, I never trusted
Abba Finhass either. He had always been
careless about his country. The mention
of the very word Ethiopia made him sick.”
Abba Jenberu paced up and down the
hall.
“The only reason that Abba Finhass
stayed in this covenant was to get hold of
the map. Then, when Abba Diddimos run
away taking the map with him, which he
tore out of page 404 of this book; Abba
Finhass and I went after him. After
looking for him for some time Abba
Finhass lost all hopes of finding him. So
as a revenge, he decided to set his house
on fire while Diddimos`s wife was still
inside it and he returned back. I never
gave up though. I followed him to Bonga
and fought him. I somehow won the fight
and confiscated the cross and the coded
poem from him. But I never found the
lost map. He was not carrying it. Later
on, Diddimos was murdered by his own
son. By then both Abba Finhass and me
were back home. Since that time on I
have been building up my dream inside
this cave, without Abba Finhass`s
knowledge. Later on I made you wore the
cross around your neck. It is a similar
cross with the one tattooed on your
back.” As Abba Finhass paused to look at
him intently, a wave of confusion began
sweeping across his face.
“You See My Son, Mirage…to make a
long story short; Finhass was working
with me as a partner at that time. In 1986,
he left the monastery taking his daughter
- who was living at the nunnery at the
time - with him. No one knew where he
had gone.There was no trace of him,
except for the boat he had used for the
voyage that he made to the island where
his daughter lived. From that time on, I
have been engaged with this task in the
cave. As you can see, the cave is now
transformed into a sophisticated modern
research complex. The task came to a
fruitful end because of the relentless
effort and support of wise Ethiopians
living abroad. These individuals are top
scientists and engineers recruited by
Dertogada in a subtle systematic way.
They all have a common understanding
about this place. That it is to be their final
destination. A home to return to and a
place to continue doing what they have
been doing. I`m sure by now you knew
that engineer Shagiz is one such
individual. He was the one who made it
possible for us to recruit the most
capable crew.” Abba Jenberu paused to
give him one of his penetrating gazes.
“What do you expect from me?” mirage
said.
“Two things_” the monk replied. “The
first is to spend the rest of your life
serving in this centre and by doing so,
save your country from destruction. Even
at this hour, organized crime groups are
manipulating your country, conspiring
with greedy government officials.” He
stared at the floor for a moment in
sorrow. Then he looked up and said, “The
Bible called it Maher shalal hash baz _
Ethiopia is now full of frustrated
individuals and nations and hopeless
youth. Many are living with a broken
spirit. We all might have an idea about
what the source of this country really is.
But we haven`t yet developed the
strength and determination to act against
it in unison, united in our hearts and
spirits. Our spirits are broken. We gave
ourselves away to manipulation while in
truthwe should have a common vision!”
“What is the other thing that is expected
from me to achieve this vision?” Mirage
asked.
“You can give us the key to find the boat
lost under water.”
“What?”
“Return to me the cross I gave you.”
“Was that cross a key?”
“There was no way that you could have
any idea about it.”
“But …but the cross_” he couldn`t say
any more except to open his mouth in
awe. He sighed heavily.
“Hand me the cross. It is the key to your
country`s prosperity. Look…”he said
looking toward the screen where the map
of Ethiopia was seen.
“Do you see the map? This map shows
the future Ethiopia. I am ninety-eight
years old. The wealth on the sunken ship
can never be of any use to me. I`m living
the last of my days. I don`t wish to get
richer any longer. …look at the map, if
you really want this country to prosper
then you should think about building
railway lines to connect all its four
corners. Transportation is the basic
infrastructure to enhance a country`s
overall development. These trains will
bring its citizens closer and unite them.
Roads lead to unity. Ants can cross huge
rivers on a bridge that they built by
joining their bodies together as a chain. I
have seen them crossing the Nile.
Likewise, we will cross towards prosperity
along the road we built by joining hand in
hand. We can transform Ethiopia`s
factual unity into a reality only when we
unite the nation economically and socially.
Roads will be the back bones of
Ethiopia`s unification. When we have
efficient highways and railroads then
there will be no waste of time and money.
Everything will be done at fast pace. You
are willing to work anywhere. You can
always go back in a wink of an eye - you
can use the bullet train.
If the leaders of this country were
responsible enough to divert the flow of
funds into communication and transport
rather than spent it on unnecessary
meetings and political propaganda, then
the country could have shaken off
poverty much more easily. But they don`t
want to do this. Because, most are
working, only to bring about their own
prosperity. But, at any time in history
whoever and whatever our leaders are, we
should strive for the development of our
country. Should we sit and wait for good
leaders to come for eternity…? We must
make good leaders of ourselves. You
should support this idea if you care for
the development of your country. The
treasure that is now under water can do
more than what I told you. We can
arrange things so that the government
can work with us. To make the source of
the treasure uncontroversial, we can say
that you are an investor form abroad who
had come with huge amount of money.
Then we will build the railway lines. It
will become a crucial component to the
country`s prosperity. Just think about it!
This is real unity! A unification based on
mutual advantage between nations.
Otherwise, our caring for Ethiopia will
not be more than a pretentious bluff. We
have to build something for this
generation to be proud of its identity and
self worth. When plans and words were
transformed into action then the nation
will have something that is achieved as
one that is a real bond. What`s more, the
flame lighted here will shine all over
Africa and became an inspiration to every
third world nation. Africa will at last take
a step forward. That`s why I am asking
you to give me the key to our solution.
“But the cross…”Mirage said again. His
eyes became misty. He had no courage to
tell him about its loss. It would break his
heart. “I…I gave it to Zipporah…I…I
had no idea…I gave it to her when Abba
Finhass took her away.” he managed to
mumble.
“What?” Abba Jenberu was suddenly
furious. He came rushing to where
Mirage stood and slapped him.
The reason why Abba Finhass run away
with Zipporah has just become clear to
him. He now knew that Finhass did it for
the cross. His lips were quivering in
frustration and anger.
Mirage revived himself out of the
frustration he had gone through for a
week. Then he made up his mind to build
the railway lines and devised a workable
project to achieve it. He promised
himself to reach his goal whatever the
inconveniences. Later even Abba Jenberu
pitied him when he saw his
determination.
“Man`s greatest wealth is his head. The
intellect is the greatest wealth in the
entire world. So now, let us put our all
attention to what we have in our hands.
Your intellect is more worthy to your
country than the wealth in the sunken
boat. …Sorry about my out of line
behavior. Use your wisdom to serve your
country.” he told him. “You will go back to
the US in two days time.”
Mirage honestly promised to serve his
nation and to make himself available to
any kind of mission.
In December 2005 Mirage and Jangida
left the underground base in Tana to the
United States of America in the special
aircraft D-33, with Gera as their pilot.
CHAPTER 17
NEW YORK, USA
NOVEMBER 8, 2005
11:46 PM
TEXAS, USA
ETHIOPIA
ETHIOPIA
CHAPTER 25
In the complete darkness of the night,
they climbed up the walled compound of
the storeroom and jumped down inside in
an unlawful silence. They found the store
keeper`s room with wide open door. They
can clearly see the storekeeper by the light
from the altar in his room. He was deeply
absorbed reading a huge Berana book,
he`d spread across his lap.
Diola and Zipporah were watching every
moves of the guard monk hidden in the
shadows.
“I told you Zipporah!” Diola told her.
“And I told you not to call my name or
address me as a woman. Now I`ll tell you
again. You can call me only Abba Finhass,
not Zipporah. I am Abba Finhass, can`t
you see?”
“Ok Abba Finhass. I told you. Can you
see the bunch of keys the monk is
holding? Don`t you think those keys are a
lot more than the doors in this whole
monastery? That means the monk…” he
went silent and started to watch the monk
with scrutiny.
The monk was up and striping the
crimson carpets off the floor and opening
a basement door with a curved key
shaped like a sickle. He went down the
hole. As soon as Abba Finhass saw the
monk disappear beneath the floor, he
sighed lowered his night vision binoculars
and gave Abba Diola an elbow push.
Diola conferred without a word.
A moment later both sprang to their feet
and dashed towards the guard house.
Once inside they turned off the lights
and sat there in the little room very
quietly.
After some minuets had gone, the door
opened again and the monk appeared in
the darkness unable to see anything
around him. He felt strong hands around
his neck draining the breath out of him.
He opened his mouth to shout but
someone stuffed it with a piece of doth.
He collapsed at last unable to breath.
As soon as Abba Diola made sure the
guard can no longer resist he let go of his
hand clasped around his neck. They rolled
up the monk`s dead body with the red
carpet and placed it on corner. Then they
locked the guards` room from the inside
and lighted the candles. They took the set
of keys they managed to retrieve from the
tight clasp of the monk`s dead body and
they went down the hole.
“You`ve to go back.” Zipporah said,
pausing for a moment along the cave`s
tunnel-like path.
“Why?” replied Diola, he too coming to
an abrupt stop.
“You know we`ve killed the guard.”
“So?”
“You`ve to hide the body.”
“What?” the idea was ridiculous to him.
“Go back and hide the body.”
“And you?”
“I`ll go into the cave.”
“Where do I hide the body?”
“Bury him or anything…”
“Ok give me the key.”
“Which key?”
“The cross…the key to the sunk ship.”
“No, I`ll not give you that. We`ve already
talked about it. If we`re going to start
anything about the sunken ship, you`ve to
first get rid of the Italian who`s giving
you orders from an inhibited island. Now
you are left with two missions, first go
and hide the monk`s body. Second, get rid
of Mormordino. And also let me
complete my mission in this cave. Then
we`ll meet and feast upon the treasure in
the ship.
Diola seemed to agree with her because
he turned and went back to the
guardhouse without saying another word.
He went up the ladder into the
guardhouse. Then he closed the door to
the cave and went out the guard house
carrying the guard`s body. He locked the
guard house and left the store room`s
compound very carefully.
Zipporah passed room after room
opening their doors with the curved keys.
At some point on her way she might have
set off the sirens. Immediately after,
people carrying guns rushed to where she
was. She took her hands up in surrender.
They put her into hand cuffs and took her
to the elevator. As they reached the
bottom, she was taken to a dark room
where she was locked up.
Minutes went by. Then, two people
entered the room and put the lights on.
She squinted to look at the two people
from where she was sitting on the floor
tied up. She recognized one of them
immediately. The man was Abba Jenberu.
She was not sure about the second one.
She recalled seeing the face. But where? She
started thinking quickly. How could it be?
What was he doing in this cave? The man she
had been looking for, for many years. Was he
really Mirage? He couldn`t be! But his face was
the one she remembered from her youthful days.
She kept staring at the man even as Abba
Jenberu walked around her.
“So Abba Finhass!” he said after a long
while. “Your crimes are multiplying like a
locust. I allowed you to live in this place
of God thinking that you were a changed
man... that you repented your sins. But
now you are breaking and entering.”
“Is he really Abba Finhass?” said Mirage
sending his hand to his gun.
“Yes he is!” Abba Jenberu answered.
Mirage aimed his gun at the prisoner`s
head. “Where is Zipporah? He demanded
harshly. But Abba Finhass had no reply
except to stare at him continuously.
“Abba Finhass do you remember me? I
am Mirage. Where have you taken
Zipporah?” his lips were quivering. “Tell
me where she is before I pull the trigger.”
Abba Finhass was still staring at him, but
now tears were in his eyes. “Mir…
Mirage…are you really Mirage? Are you
still alive my love? I was looking for you
for a long time. Are you still alive?”
“Answer me what I am asking you only.
Where is Zipporah?”
“He was always like that.” Abba Jenberu
said in weariness. “He used to say what he
was thinking, not what he was asked. He
is as elusive as ever… even more. Abba
Finhass is like that.”
“I don`t believe it! Mirage I almost had
given up the hope of finding you alive.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am Zipporah. Mirage…I am really her.
I am looking at you. But you can`t see
me. I am covered with my father`s face
and my father`s sins.” Zipporah said this
in a state of an overwhelming blend of
feelings that she almost forgot her voice
was changed. Now she wondered how he
was going to identify her true identity. A
thought flashed in her mind.
“Believe me Mirage. It`s me Zipporah!
And even if you can`t recognize me you
can recognize your gift to me. I still have
the cross you had tied around my neck.
Untie me and let me show you.”
As he set her free she took off her clothes
and stood in front of him naked. In
between a pair of young breasts, there lies
the very cross he had given Zipporah a
very long time ago. He suddenly
remembered everything, which happened
between the two lovers passed in front of
his eyes as a lightning of successive
events.
He looked up and saw the bearded
monk`s face. A man`s face. He looked
down once more. A beautiful body of a
female. She …he couldn`t be Zipporah, he
wondered. He was confused.
CHAPTER 26
Diola walked down the narrow path on
Daga Island and stood on the shore for a
few seconds contemplating what he
should do next. He made up his mind
and loaded the body on a small old canoe
by the side of the lake, rocking upon the
waves.
He embarked on the boat and begun
rowing west of the island. About five
hundred meters off the island he dumped
the body in water.
He reached a very small island adjacent
the islands of Deq and Daga Estefan.
There was an air of warmness and
activity on the island`s horizon the moon
looked as if it was shining down only on
the island. Mormordino`s boat was seen
docked on the island`s port. As Diola
looked at the boat with a diving
excavator-dozer, he recalled the trainings
he did around the Palermo port. He also
recalled the time and effort that casted
Mormordino to make it operate able. He
went past the port into the tent where
people were chatting and laughing
playfully. There was no other source of
electricity in the island except the
generator whose power drives the bulbs
in the tents.
Mormordino is mind was fixed on
finding Diola and the map. He doesn`t
even got any use for Diola after he laid
his hands on the map.
Guards escorted Diola to Mormordino`s
tent after they made sure of his identity
and thoroughly searched him. The guards
were watching him, armed with automatic
rifles. Expensive Italian liquor filled the
large table. More than ten people sat
around the table sipping their drinks and
chatting.
As soon as Diola went into the tent,
Mormordino came to his feet to greet
him. Then he introduced him to one of
the men sitting around the table who had
arrived on the island that night. The man
has a very important authority and was
actually a minister.
Diola gazed at the minister`s body guards
who were watching him from behind
their sunglasses.
When Mormordino introduced him to
the new VIP by addressing him as
“Honorable minister…” he thought out
aloud, “minister or miner?” in a voice
audible only to himself. “Isn`t everyone on
this island waiting for me like vultures? To
scavenge on me! Isn`t it true? I`ll show you what
I`m made of for every single one of you! I must
be longing to spend the rest of my life as a slave,
if I`m going to hand over the treasure in the
sunken ship to all these vultures without a
fight!” He made up his mind after he sat
counsel with himself.
Mormordino signed everyone except the
minister to leave the tent. When only
three of them were left, he said, “Nigga!
So you came back with your job done?!
Right?” he asked him sipping from of his
glass and making a sudden slapping
sound as he detached his tongue from his
larynx.
“No, my job is not complete yet.” Diola
answered. “I need one more thing only. A
machinegun.”
“What for?” the minister answered. “I`ll
get you a fine piece of fire breathing
machine gun.”
“I want it right now. Now!” said Diola
and came to his feet. “We have to save
time.”
The minister rose up along him. Then led
him in the moonlight to the small
helicopter landed the same night. He then
produced a big machinegun out of the
chopper.
“Here you go!” the minister said. “You
can use it and keep it a secret at the same
time!”
“I also need some hand grenades.” Diola
said.
“What for?” the minister exclaimed. “Are
you planning to start the third world war
here?” he asked him humorously.
“Honorable minister!” Diola said,
properly positioning the machinegun in
his hands, “It doesn`t amaze me if this
could be the fourth or the first world war
for us.”
Diola knew that, as don Mormordino
came to this island in the pretext of
investment, why he wanted to tell the
minister the secret about the treasure and
asked his help. Diola also knew why the
conspiracy hadn`t reached the Ethiopian
government. It was evident that the entire
national security squad would be after
Mormordino by now, if they had known.
But Mormordino always knew what he
was doing and with whom. He was using
this minister because he knew he was a
weakness and had noticed that he had no
sense of love for his country. Also, the
minister was someone who can be
persuaded easily. He knew it hasn`t yet
come to the knowledge of authorities.
But still, his heart jumped a little
whenever he saw the patrol boat docked
at Tana port. Sicily had thought
Mormordino a lot, to tell Diola they have
nothing to be afraid of.
Diola wore the belt with grenades all
around it and loaded the automatic
machine gun. Then he looked up to the
moon. He made up his mind to complete
the job before dawn break. He looked at
Mormordino`s guards standing at
strategic positions carrying their
automatic machine guns. All seemed
ready to fire at anyone who tried to do
something stupid. How was he going to be a
match against them? He panicked just
thinking about it. His heart raced. He was
sure they would put a dozen in him
before he can fire a single bullet.
He walked towards Mormordino and told
him that it was time.
“Time for what?”
“Time to make everything ours. But that
minister guy…” Diola lowered his voice
and looked surreptitiously towards where
the minister sat. He knew the minister
don`t speak Italian.
“Don`t worry about him!” Mormordino
assured him. “Just think about laying our
hands on the map. The minister had guns
only, not brains. Haven`t I told you that
this country never grants authority for
intellectuals? We are in Africa. In a
country like Ethiopia you will be loyal to
guns, not to the law. Sicily`s Mafias rule
Sicily following an unrecorded but
invincible law while Ethiopia`s leaders
rule over the country following a written
law that excluded themselves. I don`t care
if anyone is a stupid minister! Sicily can
witness what we snatched away from the
jaws of monsters; this one should be
much easier_” Mormordino stopped
whispering when he saw the minister walk
towards them and tapped Diola`s
shoulder.
Diola stood where he was staring at the
ground for a long moment as if he lost
something valuable and then he looked
up and said in a loud voice, “I want
everyone on this island to go inside the
tent for a meeting!”
“No problem!” Mormordino clapped his
hands. “Everyone in the tent now!”
All did as they were told. The minister
and Mormordino began another round
of their drinks. The ones who were
standing were much greater in number
than the ones around the table. No one
knew exactly what they were here for, of
course except Diola. He cleared his
throat.
“We are here today…” his single eye as
bloody as it can be. There was a taste of
blood in his mouth. He cleared his throat
again. “An unfortunate fly will visit an
open mouth…” he managed to say a joke
with an effect.
Mormordino was the one who laughed
first then the minister followed. Then
Diola`s loud and warm laughter echoed
across the huge tent unveiling his
toothless crimson gum. That scene was
the joke the crowd loved. Diola`s
laughter suddenly came to an end.
“Excuse me…” he said as if he was
through and left the tent. He went to the
back. He can still hear their laughter and
the click of glasses.
Soon there was a loud explosion. Diola
was throwing his grenades in quick
succession into the tent. Then he took
cover behind a huge rock and started
firing his machine gun. Those who
managed to survive the blasts and the fire
ran out of the burning tent only to find
out that their efforts were meaningless.
Because they were met with a shower of
bullets.
Diola watched the minister and there
others run towards a helicopter. The
minister`s coat was on fire. Diola shot in
their direction and got one. The minister
threw his burning coat on his friend who
just went down with a howl and went
into the helicopter. The helicopter rose
and glided as fast as it could away from
Diola`s bullets that were piercing through
its body. But after a moment it returned
back to the island and started firing heavy
rounds down on the island. Diola was in
not a position from where he could have
a clear shot at the chopper without
getting himself shot at. He waited for it
to suit his cover. A decision that cost him.
A bullet went straight into his left hand.
He fell down sighing in agony as his
machine gun continued firing its rounds
aimlessly.
At last the helicopter laid off he turned
to see a badly burned man crawling to
where he was. He shoved his gun on the
head of the creature who looked more
like a burning flesh than a man. Diola
recognized the voice a lot quicker.
“You betrayed me, you slave!” the burned
flesh gnashed its teeth. “You animal! I fed
you from my plate and…and you
betrayed me! Traitor! Traitor!”
“There is no such thing as
CHAPTER 27
DAGA ESTEFAN ISLAND
UNDERGROUND FACILITY
“You recognized me, right Mira? You
know who I am, right? How could you
forget me darling? I` am really Zipporah !
Please know who I am. “Abba Finhass
said. Then she took him in her arms still
naked. She had forgotten about her face
covered with beard in the likeness of her
father`s. Mirage felt disgusted when he
looked at her naked body in complete
contrast with her face. He felt as though
he was in the arms of an old man. But as
he looked down between her breasts he
saw a cross exactly like the one he gave
Zipporah in his childhood.
“Mira…” Zipporah was pleading again.
“It’s me Zipporah ! Ok let me prove it to
you… remember the letter I wrote to you
on a piece of cloth I tore away from my
sheets…I told you to wash it…and you
came swimming all the way… in the
grave yard house…we kissed…then grave
diggers found us…remember.” She
didn`t know what else to do or say. She
searched her mind for something to
convince him with... Nothing came up.
“Can`t you remember? Mira…I love you!
I`ve been searching for you till today…”
tears came up to her eyes. What if he
can`t recognize her?
The door to her cell banged open
distracting them for a moment. Zipporah
turned away from Mirage to look at the
man escorted by guards who kicked and
shoved him into the cell. He was the
prisoner Diola.
As soon as he was inside, he pointed his
finger towards Zipporah as the convicted
guilty.
“Yes! That`s her. I am with her. I told
you…I am with her!” he said sighing in
pain. His body was drenched in blood.
“We caught him when he was breaking
and entering the store after murdering the
store keeper!” one of the guards said.
“He was caught sneaking down the guard
house.”
With that they went back to their posts
closing the cell`s door behind them.
Diola fell on the floor as a tree chopped
from under it.
He was at the small island. After he got
rid of Mormordino and his men, he ran
back to the boat that was already blazing
with fire in a blast by an assault from the
helicopter. He went abroad the burning
boat down to where the diving excavator-
dozer was located. Then he went into the
dozer and started operating it using the
techniques he had been training himself.
First, he pushed the buttons that lowered
and retracted the excavator attached to
the belly of the boat with huge thick
chains. Before he reached the bottom of
the water, he detached the small
watertight submarine from the chain and
started the engine.
Then he began speeding under water.
By the time the men in the helicopter
completely destroyed the boat and left
guessing that Diola too was dead, he was
well off the burning wreck of the boat
almost about 800 meters to reach Daga
island. The underwater excavator had a
retractable versatile digging blade, which
could be easily managed by joysticks from
inside. It was specially made to withstand
high pressure of the water above it and
has enough horsepower to dig through
hard rock. This it could go as far below as
wanted underwater without any leakage
and could dig through almost any barrier
along its way. A machine thatcost a
fortune to build. The engineers credited
for designing and building it by a special
order from Mormordino were killed just
when the test drive was known to be a
success and Diola received enough
trainings to operate it. They were killed in
the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of
Palermo shot on the head. Diola was the
one who pulled the trigger on the three
engineers.
Diola had taken the machine down to the
bottom of the lake at the Northern end
of the island. Then he placed it
submerged between the rocks by hooking
its anchor between rocks so that it
couldn`t rise to the surface. After he
completed his task Diola swam up for air
headed for Daga Island and he went up to
the island`s hill. He then went into the
guardhouse with the name. “Shepherd`s
square” and went down the funnel. That
was when the alarms in the tunnel
bellowed and guards took him by surprise
sparing him no moment to escape.
Diola recognized the man Zipporah was
begging to understand her true identity.
They had spent the night together in the
guest room, the day he arrived in the
monastery. He didn`t at all give a damn
about what was going on between the
two. His whole attention was on the cross
lying between Zipporah`s bosoms.
He raised his head from where he was
lying on the floor and looked at her chest.
What he never noticed was the amazed
look upon Abba Jenberu where eyes were
wide open gazing at Zipporah from a
corner of the room. He thought he
needed rest now. He took a deep breath
and let his body sprawled on the floor.
“Now do you know who I am?”
Zipporah said imploring him with her
eyes. Mirage was suddenly struck with
sadness that brought unconscious tears to
his eyes.
“Do you have a photo with you?” he
asked her.
“A…photo…my photo…” she said
unable to speak in confusion. “Yes, I have
one. But…but I haven`t got it with me
now. It is in my den. My luggage is
there…in the monastery…”
“Your bag is with me.” Diola interjected.
He was listening to them from where he
was lying down.
“We can go and get it if you want.”
He had hidden her bag deliberately with
everything in it she might need. He did it
out of a cunningly pessimist expectation
that it might serve him as a ransom
sometime in the future. Now he felt that
time has come.
“Let`s go!” Mirage said. “I need your
photo.”
“Get up!” Zipporah commanded looking
down to where he was and covering the
naked part of her body. “Give me my
bag.”
“It`s okay, I`ll give it back to you.” he said
trying to get up but failed to find the
strength. “A little help.” he extended his
hand to her.
“I`ve successfully completed my first
mission.” he told her after he came to his
feet with an effort.
“I swept the island clean, sent
Mormordino to hell with all his men.
And the minster had gone back home
empty handed. Now the island is
deserted. Even the big boat was
destroyed. The minister bombed it into
an inferno thinking that he got me inside
it. But I escaped alive and came here
driving the diving excavator underwater.”
Abba Jenberu and Mirage listened to
Diola in a very curious amazement. They
had absolutely no idea about what he was
talking about. He went on to tell them
about the adventures and his heroic acts
on the small island, as they were leaving
the DEROTGADA underground facility.
Blood was dripping down his left arm
even though he had the bullet wound tied
tightly with a piece of cloth. Now they
were at ground level, in the open air.
“So where is the diving excavator?” she
asked him.
“Follow me.” Diola said. He was planning
to remain diplomatic with these people
until he found what he wanted. Then they
would be unimportant to him. He would
use what they wanted as bait to trap them.
The group went down the hill on the
eastern side and reached the shore-line to
the lake.
“I can`t swim with one hand. But you can
dive and see it for yourself. I hid it there!”
he told Zipporah, pointing his chin to the
location.
Zipporah once again undressed exposing
a sexy feminine body to the surprise of
Mirage and Abba Jenberu. She then took
a deep breath and dived into the lake. She
swam underwater to the point Diola
showed her and was satisfied when she
found the underwater machine suspended
by its anchor chain from a cleft between
rocks.
After Zipporah came up to the surface
and put on her monk`s robe, she said to
Diola, “Now I want you to give me my
bag.”
“Wait, I need something from you before
that.” Diola replied.
They have already started walking back to
the monastery`s gates.
“What is that? Zipporah asked him.
“I want you to give me the cross, if you
want to get your bag.”
“The cross…?”
“Yes, the cross.”
“Never!”
“No cross…no bag.”
“You will give it back!” she said, grabbing
his wounded left arm and pulled it behind
his back.
“Ah…ah…hh…!” he shouted in pain.
“I will snap it away like a small branch.”
“You`re betraying me?”
“No, but I need my photograph.”
“Ok, wait for me in the cave. I will bring
your bag there.”
“How could I believe you?” Zipporah
asked him. Even Mirage and Abba
Jenberu didn`t seem to agree with his
idea. He was after all a criminal-a
murderer. But there seemed to be no
other option for Mirage. Her photo was
more important to him now than
anything else.
“You know I`m after the cross? Right? So
I will come back for it and bring the bag
with me. But in one condition only. You
must wait in the cave.”
Mirage and Zipporah looked at each
other. And without saying a word, came
to a common decision illogical and
incorrect to Abba Jenberu. He did not
protest though. He believed in Mirage.
“We agree.” Zipporah told Diola. “Ok,
do it quick!”
CHAPTER 28
DERTOGADA SURGICAL
SECTION
The End