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When you are the only forenji…

b2ap3_thumbnail_the-path-I-walk.jpgThis is the path I walk up and down every morning and every evening.

Despite the personal trials I have dealt with as of late, I still find humour and amusement in this daily walk. I’ve become familiar along this path, and as a result have formed the most unique relationships. And to put it bluntly, it’s because I’m the only “forenji” (aka white person).

When you are the only forenji… your name is no longer Emma, it’s “forenj!!!”

When you are the only forenji… it is easy to become friends with the local injera maker, who just happens to be a very sweet, old lady who invites you for a coffee every evening.

When you are the only forenji… the woman selling vegetables and herbs, who also happens to be old and sweet, insists you take some herbs for free, even though you have no idea what to use them for.

When you are the only forenji… the beggars who you give to begin to depend on your donation, which isn’t good.

When you are the only forenji… the woman who sells corn, once again old and sweet, kisses your hand when she sees you after the work day has ended (and it’s really adorable!).

When you are the only forenji… you are kind of like a local celebrity! I better not get used to it.

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