Fraol Bersissa
In Silence
These meadows are abandoned for miles, they never endÂ
Quietude flows like rivers, solitude runs deep into the roots of the earth
In that calamity birthed...
Do they even see us? We are the Oromo
Stories are told and retold through the power and elusiveness of the words of men and women in endeavors of remembering.
Voices are echoed...