Saturday is market day. Everyone in town knows it and
everyone goes. It's crowded, exciting, and this time of year, dusty.
At the market, there are all kinds of fruit, vegetables, grains,
clothes, shoes, and basic supplies. There are men, women, children, donkeys,
goats, sheep, chickens, and lots and lots of sunshine. The market is in the
afternoon and there are no trees to offer shade. Some vendors have made awnings
and others, like myself, use umbrellas.
When we first arrived in Durame and went the market, I was
really overwhelmed. Everyone was very interested in us. They wanted to know
what we were buying, what we were saying, and of course, what we were doing at
their market. We had crowds of people surrounding us at all times. We talked to
them in Amharic and explained we lived in Durame and would be here for two
years. We spoke as much Amharic as we could and even bargained using it to make
sure we wouldn't get a higher price than everyone else. “We are volunteers. We
are English teachers.” we would say.
As the weeks have gone by, the crowds around us are less.
People are getting more used to us and the vendors help us chase any annoying
kids away. I've learned some Kambatissa (the local language, spoken only
in our zone) and people love it when I speak to them using it. If I want to
make anyone laugh, I can just say hello in Kambatissa! :)
There are boys who troll the market selling plastic bags and
they always follow us around. They were very interested in my camera so I took
a picture of them so they could see it. They loved seeing themselves on the
little screen. I've gotten really annoyed with them in the past and told them
to go away in both Amharic and Kambatissa. Sometimes, a little
kindness goes farther than a lot of anger. This picture was the kindness. Maybe
next week we'll be allies.































