“Ameseginalehu”, I say as another bright eyed Abyssinian
goddess hands me my third ice cold ‘St Georges’ beer in the warm midday
sun. She smiles a laugh, not mocking my
mispronounced and accented version of the Amharic for ‘thank-you’, but in a
humble kindness that I have become so accustomed to in Ethiopia. I turn to
leave with