By Jilcha Hamid So the Gabaa brigade (that's what I call my family) arrived in the remote mountainous Iftoha district in eastern Oromia. The place my family called home for centuries, before largely relocating to the urb an areas. I remember looking up at the houses spread out in the mountains and thinking, why did my ancestors choose to settle here of all places? Very rough living conditions compared to the plains regions just a few km's away. It was funny noticing the difference between my family from the city, and family from the Iftoha mountains in that their mannerisms were quite different. City folks are generally more keen to show off how modern they are, with their internet access and satelite tv's. But unfortunately they have gone soft. They typically can't walk a few blocks without yelling for a mini-cab, and in the market place I once caught my cousin taking a napkin out of his pocket and wiping a speck of dirt off his shoes. He told me never to tell anyb...
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