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2 article(s) translated from Tigrinya

The Girl Who Carried a Gun

When we were children, my older cousin Solomon hopped like a rabbit.  After failing the eighth grade, he started selling animal hides from the country, which he would carry himself or load onto a donkey.  He always had candles, too.  Fifteen years later, he was a wealthy merchant with a bald head, a big belly, and a leisurely gait. I wanted to ask him, “Do you have to get old to get rich?”  The rest of us had scraped by since the war started, but Solomon had...

Unjust Praise

In the beginning The spirit moving Upon the face of the waters And in the breaking waves Tasted salt And I see fields of it Drying on the shore. We let in shallow lakes of sea To evaporate, And the salt Accumulates along their edge Thanks to the sunlight: Crystal white, Enough for everyone, Harvested and sold In every shop and on the roads: Salt!- In proper measure Bringing out the taste, The flavor and spirit Of our food, hot or cold. Why should...

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