The four women sit, fixed on the floor
Here in the darkness of the hut
Dirt ground below, thatched walls around
Holes in the roof stream sunlight in
On bare walls hangs but a single face
European Jesus
Smoke rises and envelops the room
We chew on sour injeera
Remembering the sorrows of life
And raise chipped porcelain cups to our lips
Taking in the deep, earthy coffee
And recalling life's sweetness also
In Oromo culture, after a death the deceased's family will stay at home for a week in mourning, never once leaving the house.
Here in the darkness of the hut
Dirt ground below, thatched walls around
Holes in the roof stream sunlight in
On bare walls hangs but a single face
European Jesus
Smoke rises and envelops the room
We chew on sour injeera
Remembering the sorrows of life
And raise chipped porcelain cups to our lips
Taking in the deep, earthy coffee
And recalling life's sweetness also
In Oromo culture, after a death the deceased's family will stay at home for a week in mourning, never once leaving the house.
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