The Snake's Nest: Eritrea a one man shows; A County in ruin & a factory of 21st century unschooled children

By Tsilal

About the Book
The story of Africa is quite complicated and full of twists. It is a continent with a vast amount of diversity and cultures, as well as endless resources, both human and natural, but emerging warlords and dictators in the 21st century wreak havoc on their countries and citizens. The best example of this is the president of Eritrea, Isaias Afwerki. The goal of The Snake’s Nest is to expose the horrors and miscarriages of justice Eritreans face every day at the hands of their leaders and make a larger audience aware of the extensive violence against women, young people, and those attempting to flee the country.
About the Author
Tsilal is a humanitarian involved in medical missions, primarily in Africa. Author currently resides in the United States and works in the medical field.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Nov 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798890275523

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Eritrea

The story of Africa is quite complicated and full of twists. It is a continent with a vast amount of diversity and cultures, as well as endless resources, both human and natural. But equally cursed due to greed and its own constantly emerging warlords and dictators who mercilessly exploit their people and the mother land. Individuals who are larger than themselves, carried away by their God complex deportment, are always behind the ego driven destruction of culture and the fabric of the society. They can use anything or any means to control society into submission. The best example is the president of Eritrea. He preached as if he was given divine power or was even God sent leader for the country. The normal political legitimacy of civil government based on constitutions, versus, the legislative, judicial and executive branches was completely axed. What he called Eritrean ruling party, became the totalitarian iron grip, that suffocated citizens and drove the country in to the hellish cascades of war. He convinced his followers that he will take the country to the highest level. He says, He is the chosen one and will be the all-time African treasure. He asked his followers to worship him as he takes Africa to its glorious future. Through his leadership, he promised his countrymen the stars and the moons, but in lieu of the promised preside, he opened hell on earth and torturing chambers. He was shy of saying kudos to everyone who sacrificed and martyred.

Hope in the Eye of an Eritreans

I am flying to Toronto from Ethiopia sitting next to a young Eritrean. He looked confused as if his airplane seat was too fancy for him. He didn’t think I was an African at all. I figure that is why he didn’t attempt to make any conversation with me at first. The plane was full and the overhead bin on his seat number was taken by other passengers’ luggage. He was quite afraid to put his luggage anywhere else. I signaled him trying to reassure him. He then comfortably stationed his luggage a few seats ahead of him. He started to look back and forth afraid he may get penalized for it. I had to give him a big reassurance smile and he smiled back. His hair was greasy, and the curl of his coiled afro created a unique texture. He had no beard but had a thick mustache. For a single second I thought he was a Sudanese. He asked a lot of naïve questions, right after he confessed that this is his second time on a plane and a first time on a big plane, which he describes as huge as a meeting hall. Dude no worries; I have been there too. No judgement here! His English was quite broken, but did not seem to be bothered by it at all anyway. After each statement, he would smile, still not bothering to find out if I understood what he said or not. I was sitting in the middle seat. The girl to my left side was from Madagascar; she looked petrified, but he was sitting by the window looking befuddled. With my broken Arabic, I asked him if his native language is Arabic; he said no! He seemed annoyed for an instant, but then he managed a smile and he replied, I am an Eritrean. Since he has been in Sudan for many years, he does speak both Arabic and Tigrigna fluently.

Suddenly he told me that he didn’t think I was an African. My curiosity got the best of me and I could not even let him finish the statement. With some stern tone, I had to ask him why? He pointed out that I spoke good English and regretfully he confessed, something many Eritrean students do not have the luxury of time to learn. His face was filled with sadness when he said, The damn president ruined the Eritrean school system! We do not even have any university in the entire country. With a long sigh, he once again said, What a shame! I could not help