Strength Courage Determination

This blog "Strength, Courage, and Determination" came as a result of many people asking to stay in touch with me on my journey with breast cancer. The diagnosis was March 11, 2010 followed by a mastectomy on April 23. In the time that led from the first milestone to the second my family encouraged me to use internet technology to stay in touch with those wanting updates on my treatments. The blog steps in replacing emails and phone calls of many.


It’s only the second day in this city, but Addis Ababa fascinates me.  In some ways it’s a modern city, in others it’s developing its identity in a Biblical country known in earlier times as Cush.

As I tried to sleep last night, nearby I could hear prayers being sung and chanting somewhere at a mosque or church. They were likely sung in the national language of Amharic. The songs to went on for hours throughout the entire night. While the human holy cries were being sung, street dogs, roosters, crickets, and closer to dawn, birds added their own songs to the people’s nighttime’s prayerful pleas.

This is a city that never sleeps.  Service vehicles shuttle by and sirens are in the distance.  Vehicles start and stop to make their deliveries. At this moment, if I were to step outside my hotel room, I would likely find people on the streets—not walking, but sleeping under the cover of cardboard or a make shift blanket of clothing or some kind of fabric throw.

Addis has had many ethnic influences in its history and in its current state.  It is the only country in the African Union that has not been colonized and you can sense the pride because of it. For a period of time in the early 1900’s until around the Second World War, it was inhabited by Italians who settled in the city in the hopes of being able to take control of the country.  Their influence remains today in an array of pizza stands, Italian restaurants, a shopping district called a “Piazza”, and macchiato coffee, which is served Ethiopian style, in abundance, as its national beverage. 

There are also Western influences in some of the local brands people can purchase in stores and in restaurant food.  Electronics brands are recognizable, but you won’t find large U.S. multinationals here such as McDonald’s, Wal-Mart, Starbucks, and the like. They have not been welcomed to set up shop in this city. 

What you will find are row upon row of many small independent stores and services set up in store fronts of tin, security barred glass, and shuttered doors that lock shut at night.  In contrast, fresh fruit stands add color to the drab metal merchant properties.

Coffee shops are where people gather in this city, with bars being less popular as meeting places. Good coffee is readily available everywhere. It is Ethiopia’s number one exported cash crop. It is robust and rich, and probably the reason why I’m not sleeping tonight.  Our program partner hosts tell us that they will be treating us to an Ethiopian coffee ceremony while we are with them. I can’t wait to be part of the experience.

There are also Asian influences in Addis.  Menus in local restaurants boast of Indian cuisine, with more recent additions of Chinese food.  These ethnic foods are offered to attract Addis’ new citizens from India and China who have come here for commerce.

There are salads available, but your lettuce will be iceberg or perhaps spinach with varying assortments of vegetables or fruits in the mix.  We’ve been told to be leery of ordering them because it is hard to know if they were washed with contaminated water, and we don’t want to risk getting sick.

We’ve been advised that fruit and vegetables with peels are the safest to eat. So last night, my work companion and I thoroughly enjoyed a freshly squeezed cocktail of orange and papaya juice from fruit that was recently picked. It was a delicious and satisfying drink at the end of the day. If we were to make this at home in Winnipeg with fruits that are picked too early so that they can be shipped abroad, the taste could not compare to what we enjoyed here.

The hotel we are staying at offers a buffet breakfast every morning. It has Western continental breakfast foods, but offers its guests Ethiopian morning foods as well. 

Eggs are scrambled with tomatoes. A sautéed vegetable dish is offered with zucchini, green beans, carrots, and onions.  There is a stew “Full” with and some ingredients I can’t identify, but does include red beans, onions, and some kind of fresh spicy peppers. It is glorious when it’s wrapped up in the native “Injera” which is sponge-like fermented bread made from teff flour and cooked in a pan.  Injera is offered in another dish mixed up with beef strips, tomato sauce, and hot spices. It has a wonderful unique taste. “Kinde” is another native ethnic food that is made from boiled barley and oats.  Fresh guava and papaya juices tempt the taste buds.

And of course, there is Ethiopian coffee to jump-start your day with copious quantities of caffeine. It is so hard to resist because it truly is the best coffee I have ever tasted.  My work colleagues told me it would be so, and a trip back home is not complete without loading one’s suitcase full of it.

Music on the plane and in the hotel’s lounge and restaurant were an interesting surprise.  As expected there were some tunes that were Ethiopian.  But what was surprising is that we heard some Western offerings, but they certainly were not recent. On my Ethiopian Airlines flight here, “Jolene” by Dolly Parton was playing and I heard it again later that day in the hotel’s lounge.  Dolly is popular here. Another tune I heard was the old but familiar “Misty Blue”.  At breakfast yesterday, because it is still the Christmas season here (it was celebrated on the Julian calendar on January 7), “Silent Night” played followed by some local pop music. An interesting audio mix!

My morning start will officially be here in a short while. A new day waits to be taken in as we move from the city to rural Ethiopia.  I will greet the day with a zest for life realizing that this new day is a gift given to me to enjoy. I will immerse myself in the experience with Strength, Courage, and Determination.


After adjusting to a nine-hour time zone difference and some jet lag, our entourage came to life with the beaming sunlight pouring through the hotel’s restaurant windows.

Winnipeggers have a funny way of connecting with others.  Who would think that the owner of the hotel we’re staying at spent 14 years in our city studying business administration at Red River College and the University of Winnipeg. He and his family returned to their homeland three years ago to run this modern hotel. 

It is a beautiful little hotel in the city and an unknown jewel in tourist circles.  The owner, Mckonnen, is still working on marketing it with the travel hotel website links. Business is good he says and reminisced fondly over breakfast about the time he spent in our city. He says it was a highlight in his life.  Once again Winnipeg proves that six degrees of separation are actually one or two.

Addis is an interesting city. People who call it home live here in two worlds—dire poverty and progress at the same time. It’s not uncommon to see Toyota vehicles on one side of a street and on the same block see donkeys carrying cargo and herds of sheep resting on the roadsides of the main thoroughfares. 

A primarily agrarian nation, 84 per cent of the population of 82 million lives in rural areas. The influence of agriculture is everywhere in the downtown areas of Addis—one could even see a Russian Belarus tractor with farm workers jostling for position on the crowded streets.

I wouldn't want to be a driver in this city.  Driving is an art. One must be on constant watch for pedestrians who come out from everywhere all at once and pay little attention to the vehicles on the road.  There are many traffic circles and many lanes of traffic.  There are some traffic lights in this city of four million, but few of them work.  Tonight on the way home from our dinner, we saw one working for the first time in our two days of travels zipping around the city.

Addis is a city of stark contrasts. The poor and homeless are everywhere. There is no specific ghetto area as the poor live on the sides of the streets, boulevards, and back lanes and in neighbourhoods where those of higher economic status also dwell.  There are gate guards everywhere.  Those with means live amongst those who have nothing, rich and poor coexist in this city of contrasts.  Metal shanties and luxurious homes are located on the same blocks.

Addis is the major international city for the continent of Africa.  The United Nations has a presence here, as do many embassies from around the world.  On our trip to the hotel from the airport we passed by the British, Kenyan, Russian, German, French, U.S., and Egyptian consulates. Today we drove by the Canadian and South African embassies.  All were very different and distinct in their presence and location within the city. 

This morning, we were held up in getting to a briefing meeting with our church members and aid partners by military police directing traffic in the area we were to meet.  It’s a big week here in Addis as the African Union is meeting with international leaders from around the world.  Tonight we happened to be in the area again where the meetings are being held and saw presidential limousines and a heavy police presence on the streets after the meetings adjourned for the day. Canada’s Minister of International Cooperation, Julian Fantino, is representing Prime Minister Stephen Harper at these meetings.  There is heightened security everywhere in this city because of the dignitaries.

There are many more sights and sounds to share, but I must sign off to prepare for meetings tomorrow.  We will be travelling 395 kilometers to a rural area to visit one of our projects.  At night, I will be taught how to cheer for soccer Ethiopian style as the national team is playing Nigeria in the African Cup soccer tournament.  We will watch it from Kucha with our project colleagues. I'm told all activity comes to a halt when soccer—the nation’s favourite team sport is on television.

I am living every moment with joy in this relatively young city in an ancient country.  For the gift I have been given in a second life after cancer and in experiencing a world so far away, I will greet each day with Strength, Courage and Determination.


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