1, 2, 3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20, 21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33... 150,300, 1000, 5000, 50.000, 100.000,5.000.000. The current population of Ethiopia is 108,935,998 as of this day and the population is said to increase with 2 million every year.
The pink umbrella is holding the dry women along the dusty road.
Ayes and yellow jerry cans.
Mobile phones charging, a blue taxi and a dead dog.
State compounds empty, waiting for a new way of social interactions.
Development is lurking around a piramide of papayas on the ground while construction workers build new buildings look old before they are finished.
An Acacia Abyssinica tree by the ring road, as a vice as the archive of time
Ornaments on mud houses making us happy, and we drink more coffee than ever before.
On my hand, I write highland water, blue door, a wedding.
My other hand surging for textile and find Abiy Ahmed on a T-shirt.
8 months of freedom of speech. The Injera taste better every day, or does it?
Black label, Ethiopian wolf, Hope and kindness
Eskista creates old dreams in new bodies, even the Abyssinian Woodpecker is hanging in the bar at Fenwick talking about Chinese investors or afro-futurism.
However, the bananas hate the horrible roads and hope for more peace for all living species. Turtle yoga, green grass, and honey wine.
the Ethiopian alphabet,
the Ethiopian calendar,
The Indigenous trees are trying to tell you something, the high sky is breeding
deep trying to give them a helping hand.
You need to rescue the soil.
Forgotten memory is old news,
Everybody belongs, even without an address.
Nutrition and the healing power of water are hiding in the shadow of the wild animals still alive. Social life creates a rhythm, making it barrable.