There is something strange about hordes. The way they gather force and quickly dissipate, the way they appear and then disappear. While it lasts a horde may look formidable, but after its dissipation one wonders what the commotion was all about. About hordes, Orson Wells says, "The average IQ of a horde is lower than the IQ of its dullest member". In other words, say there is a horde of 1 million Einsteins and one woyane, its average IQ will be lower than the single woyane's.

There is also something strange about hordes and rivers. For some reason rivers don't seem to like hordes. Hordes are often stopped at or near river banks. In history we see no less than seven major hordes, the most famous being the Golden horde of the Khans, that were stopped before or shortly after crossing a river bank.

A horde's biggest problem is that it doesn't know when and where to stop. It keeps going until it is spent out. Its survival instinct is always undermined by its greed. The horde Eritrea is facing now started gathering force in the 70s in the remote corners of Tigrai (dedebit).  If one was to write the biography of this horde, its humble beginning, how it managed to extend its tentacles over Ethiopia, and how it is now trying to cross river banks, its biography would be mostly about its end, about how it overextended and dissipated out itself.

Generally, hordes arise selected by natural factors. For the Mongol horde it was their horsemanship and the mobility this gave them. For others it may be population pressure, huge surplus, or some other physical factor. But the gathering force of Meles' horde is pure psychology. It is not that it discovered iron, or bronze, or horses, or chariots that the horde wants to control the Horn. It is not that it has grain surplus or discovered new weapons, new culture, new ideas, new ways of doing things that this horde wants to subjugate others. It is all in its twisted head, its driving force pure and simple resentment.

Now that the horde has moved from its feeding and breeding grounds to its slaughter ground, the end may not be far.

Mussie Msghina