Sibhat Nega has no title except the sobriquet "aboy" to indicate the then elderly age among the young Woyanie Tigrayan fighters.
Aboy Sibhat was born and grew up as Woldeselassie Nega in a small town of Adwa in northern Tigray long before he adopted his nom-de-guer.
With no royal blood like Haileselassie and the Showan aristocrats, and with no military training like Col Mengistu and the Dergue, aboy Sibhat was the the founding father, the center and brain behind what came to be known as the Woyanie TPLF movement. He created a large security and military force and network and a large economic oligarchy that came to rule and own the entire Ethiopia for about 30 years, from 1991 - 2021.
There was no Meles Zenawi, Hailemariam Desalegn or Debretsion G, Mikael without Sibhat Nega. This is what makes his comparison with Ras Mikael Sehul perfect, giving their birth place of Adwa and the way they operated politics behind the curtain, moving their puppets left and right as they wish.
Mikael Sehul (Tigrinya "Mikael the Astute" – his name at birth was Blatta Mikael; (born c. 1692—died 1784, Adwa, Eth.),a Nobleman who ruled Ethiopia for a period of 25 years as regent of a series of weak emperors. He brought to an end the ancient Solomonic dynasty. He was also a Ras or governor of Tigray 1748–71 and again from 1772 until his death. He was a major political figure during the reign of Emperor Iyasu II and his successors until almost the time of his death.
The Scottish explorer James Bruce met Sehul during his stay in Ethiopia, and recorded the following description of the Ras when he granted Bruce an audience:
We went in, and saw the old man sitting upon a sofa; his white hair was dressed in many short curls. He appeared to be thoughtful, but not displeased; his face was lean, his eyes quick and vivid, but seemed to be a little sore from exposure to the weather. he seemed to be about six feet high, though his lameness made it difficult to guess with accuracy. His air was perfectly free from constraint, what the French call degagée. In face and person he was liker my learned and worthy friend, the Count de Buffon, than any two men I ever saw in the world. They must have been bad physiognomists that did not discern his capacity and understanding by his very countenance. Every look conveyed a sentiment with it: he seemed to have no occasion for other language, and indeed spoke little.