Osman Welela is an Ethiopian writer in his twenties. He lives in Addis Ababa, the capital where once a supposedly God-touched Emperor lived with his pet lions. Though one would strain to even imagine him being brushed with God's lackeys let alone the great being, there is a strange rumor that says this writer used to lean on a lion of his own when he read stories as a child. He has never been known to comment on this odd legend, yet there is a tapestry hanging above his bed which shows exactly that scene. I think that alone tells you more than enough about the egotistic bastard.