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The Food We Eat

Can bitter words poison the bearer? Do sweet words nourish? Is a silence that is no longer quiet filled with the acrid taste regret? At any given time on any given day there is flavour to be found in every... Continue Reading →

Injera be Wot

I don’t mind the smoke as it billows through my hair Miriam pours the teff mixture in concentric circles around and around as my head follows her hand Then she flips the cooked injera over- ever so briefly and I... Continue Reading →

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