023 – That First Exuberant Profanity
My third attempt at cycling in Addis was as difficult as the first. I hadn’t gone more than a half […]
022 – The Bunna Enfelal Take 2
I was sitting outside on the back steps the next afternoon. The family was going about their day. One woman
021 – Bira effellegallo
Most nights I was extremely tired and not good for much so I went to bed early. I liked the
020 – Giving and Accepting
I’d taken all the photographs assuming that I’d give them to the family, but now that it came down to
019 – The Bunna Enfelal
Standing at the front door watching one of the last cloudbursts of the rainy season, Getachew asked me if I’d
018 – A Family Tree
Afternoon was a time for taking more pictures of the Tiru Gondar family. Zebachew, Sisay and Tadele traded sunglasses and
017 – Something Incomprehensible
I took another long ride around Addis the next morning. I retraced the route Sisay and I took to the
016 – Too Black
On Sunday, Sisay, the 17-year-old cousin of Zebachew, took me to Lion Park and the National Museum. The first was
015 – Abiy and Dereje
Beside the hotel was another small building containing two billiard tables. When I discovered them by peering through the open
014 – You You
When Dawit stood me up on the trip to the market, I took the plunge and unleashed the powers of