She immediately started getting the fire the going -- struggling with a few sticks and small bits of straw, blowing, flapping, blowing some more, until, finally, it burnt strongly enough for her to put the battered little tin kettle on and start boiling the water. She then brought out the clay coffee pot, rinsed it and spooned in two large spoons of ground coffee and a pinch of salt. Next, she poured the boiling water from the little kettle into the coffee pot and balanced the pot on the fire. While the coffee was percolating, she went to the 'other' small room off the main room and came back with a large wooden box which she carefully placed in front of her on the floor. A sliding door on the side of the box revealed 6 small 'coffee cups' in white porcelain -- obviously the pride and joy of this humble little household -- which Sisay bought for them last year. The cups were carefully arranged on the top of the box, as well as a bowl of sugar and a teaspoon. After about 20 minutes, the coffee pot was removed from the fire and Aragito poured a cup for both Sisay and myself and brought it to us. She then disappeared into the other room again and came out with a plate and big round basket and an enamel bowl. From the basket she took out a large injera** (the spongey pancake --the staple of Ethiopia) which is arranged on a plate. From the bowl she scooped a generous portion of beans and then added a small saucer with spices, before serving the meal to me to enjoy with my coffee.
While I was enjoying this feast, Sisay prodded Aragito to bring her school books for me to have a look at. "She is very clever," he told me. "She is doing so well at school! I teach her in spiritual matters and everything her mother would have taught her, but she is an excellent student" he added proudly. Aragito once again went to the other room and pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed -- obviously where 'her' things are kept. She took out her books -- both of them, for me to see; on every page there was lots of red writing -- a teacher who still uses a red pen! -- and Sisay translated the Armaic writing for me -- "Excellent" "Brilliant" "Very good" -- one compliment after the other, praises heaped upon praise. Aragito smile shyly.
Clearly a talented little girl -- and -- A true little hostess!
**Injera: Amharic word, sometimes transliterated enjera; Oromo: budenaa; Somali : canjeero, is a yeast risen flatbread, made out of teff flour, with a unique, spongy texture. (one could mistake it for a dingy foam rubber bathmat, but get over it! and enjoy! It is the national dish of Ethiopia and Eritrea
what a beautiful moment. precious.
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