A huge thank you to Kana TV for reviving the iconic "13 Months of Sunshine" posters! 🌼These beloved images filled our homes, bringing back cherished childhood memories and a strong sense of Ethiopian pride.
I encourage everyone to share their favorite memories tied to these posters. What do they mean to you? Let’s keep the spirit of our heritage alive! #Ethiopia #13MonthsOfSunshine #TheLandOfOrigin 🇪🇹🇪🇹🇪🇹
@alulapan@yloxford When quality in Education is sacrificed over supposed ‘accessibility’. How many cohorts of our children are we going to fail before we course correct?
Women play an indispensable role in climate adaptation as resource managers, caregivers and agents of change within their communities. Put women at the center of climate change action!
#WomenClimateLeaders#ClimateChange#AfricanWomen4Climate
This is quite emotional
With all the negativity around the world please allow me to share this heartwarming story coming from our northern neighbour Ethiopia through Ethiopian Airlines @flyethiopian
We get only to read about the negative stories about maids working in middle east and Lebanon has suffered the brunt alongside Saudi Arabia but here we have a positive story that spans three decades so it's no fluke.
An Ethiopian maid worked in Lebanon for 30 years to pay for her son’s studies to become a pilot. On her last trip, she was surprised that her son was indeed the pilot of the plane.
Take a look and may this bring a smile on your face .
This story has just fueled my optimism tank to the brim. As always an eternal optimist.
Thanks! Ethiopia Observer ran for 18 years from 1956 to 1974. The first 4 years were monthly and after that quarterly. The first four issue covers have pictures of paintings by Maitre Artiste Afework Tekle.
Our world is facing two major crises: the displacement crisis and the climate crisis. More and more, these two crises are converging.
You can’t tackle one without tackling the other. #GlobalGoals
ℹ️ https://t.co/Q7TpjoylwN #UNGA#ClimateAction
@TheTNHoller At 17, I got lost on a walk at my new college in Maryland & rang on a doorbell to ask for directions. Her first words were, ‘You’re on private property’. Guess I should be grateful that I wasn’t shot.