I'm not Ethiopian if you are assuming that, although I respect the Tigrayan mujahideen of the TPLF, and Sultan Zenawi.
Either way no one can tell the difference between Eritreans and Ethiopians, you are both lice-headed little buggers.
Anyway, you are a Habesha right.

Etthyyyypiiian boy, you're either an MJ from the fufu sub-clan or a dusty agame listrio from Ethiopia. I'm gonna go with the latter.
I'm Eritrean and Muslim, that's all the information you need to know agame boy. You can pretend how Eritreans look like you to boost your confidence and your social status in the eyes of others but in reality, you are only hurting yourself. Our confidence is cultured. Our loyalty is cultured. Our world renowned hospitality is cultured. You see, we break social norms and stigmas, although Eritreans are very cocky people, they are among the most loyal and hospitable people. These are cultured traits that's embedded in our genetic fabric. Ask any Somali who's visited Eritrea, he/she will tell you how we get down.
The beauty of Eritreans aside from our exterior chiseled good looks is we know we are as different from one another as we are as different from you and the Sudan and Yemen people, yet we respect it and move on, while you zulus ignore it. We don't need to say "Eritrean unity" every two seconds to remind ourselves, we know its there like a girl being there for her bad-boy boyfriend. I know if I get into a fight anywhere, and if an Eritrean is near me, he will jump in, regardless if he knows me or not. We're like the Maifa, we're made men. It's a La Cosa Nostra life style son, you gotta get it how you live. To put it in street terms,
Eritreans tell it better than you can sell it.
Evidence to our renowned hospitality and cultured values:
"The country (Eritrea) was awash with Soviet and American weaponry, yet crime was almost unknown. The most dangerous thing that could happen to you in Asmara after dark was to stumble on a piece of broken paving. Ironically, a capital that had witnessed so much violence was blessed with an extraordinary tranquility, it breathed peace in time with the cicada's rhythmic rasp. Asmara was certainly the only African city in which not only was I regularly offered lifts by strangers, but I accepted them without hesitation." --Michela Wrong, British author
I didn't do it for you: how the world betrayed a small African nation By Michela Wrong, p. 16
"One's expectations were always being turned on their head. "Have you got any local money?' a handsome Eritrean student who had shared my flight asked as we were about to leave the airport terminal. Before I had time to mutter a refusal, he had extracted a banknote from his wallet: "Here, take this for the taxi. You can pay me back later." It was a typically Eritrean moment: in one of the world's poorest nations, I had just become the scrounger." --Michela Wrong, British author
I didn't do it for you: how the world betrayed a small African nation By Michela Wrong, p. 16