How another Nazareth – Nazareth in Ethiopia – has been the source of another kind of good news...
I peer into darkness. I’m trying to see who is in this hut and what is going on, but there are clouds of smoke obscuring my view. Gradually, I make out three women working hard in front of open fires. They are cooking injera, a local flatbread made from teff flour and water.
One of the women, Siret*, steps outside into the sunlight. She has a broad, welcoming smile and offers us a taste.
Injera is the staple dish in Ethiopia and neighbouring Eritrea. It’s an acquired taste for newcomers, but I’ve learned to love it. Siret’s injera tastes fresh and warm, like newly baked bread.
Siret has much to smile about these days, but it hasn’t always been this way. She was one of the poorest of the poor in Nazareth, a bustling city in the centre of Ethiopia. With her husband, they struggled to provide for their family. Siret didn’t have any work but, as we’ll discover, she had lots of potential...
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