I’m blue when I begin but not when I end; I travel far north before my journey bends.
Blue Nile
Many tried, but none could stay; I stood unbroken through history’s way.
Ethiopia
I’m fiery and red, not for the weak—one spoon too much and you can’t speak.
I’m many, not one—over eighty I stand; different voices across the land.
Ethiopian languages
A chapter closed, success on display,
Marked by colors fit for royalty and sunlit day.
Silent and still, yet proud and true—
Find the moment dressed in those familiar hues.
I’m the capital high up in the air, a busy heart with history there.
Addis Ababa
Ancient and royal, tied to a queen—gold and legends in between.
Kingdom of Aksum
Sweet and golden, made with ease; I show up at parties thanks to bees.
Tej
I became a voice of unity,
Loved by millions, criticized by power,
And banned without being silenced.
Teddy Afro
I’m sweet by nature, soft in shade,
A rosy glow not often hid away.
When you finally spot where I stand,
Don’t say a word — just raise me in your hand.
Pink moscato
I’m Ethiopia’s “east gate” city—hot, historic, and famous for old walls and markets.
Harar
I’m a calendar that doesn’t agree; I say the year’s not what you think it should be.
Ethiopian calendar
I’m a coffee step that’s loud before it’s quiet—green, then brown, then crushed.
Roasting coffee beans
I walked upright before brains grew large,
Proving posture came before thought.
Lucy
I used to ring before screens could glow,
With buttons to press and a cord that would grow.
I don’t text or swipe, I only call—
Find the voice that once lived on the wall.
Old telephone
I’m a place where two countries almost touch but don’t—Ethiopia’s border neighbor shaped like a long coastline.
Eritrea
I sing with one string, bowed not plucked—my sound feels ancient and struck.
Masenqo
I’m butter with a secret—clarified, spiced, and powerful enough to change a whole dish without being seen.
Niter kibbeh
I brought traditional melodies into YouTube views,
Making culture trend without losing meaning.
I eat without teeth and breathe without lungs,
I speak in crackles, not words or tongues.
Cold comes near me to disappear—
Find the place where winter fears.
Fireplace
I’m a mountain park where geladas live like they own the cliffs.
Simien Mountains
I’m a throne without a chair—an “era” carried by rulers who claimed one ancient bloodline.
Solomonic dynasty
Im a dry bread snack that the kids next door eat
Dabo Kolo
My songs feel like ልብ (lib) before lyrics,
Soft voice, deep ፍቅር (fikir), and late-night replay energy.
I don’t chase noise—
I let ስሜት (simet) do the talking.
Who am I?
Abdu Kiar
I glow without flame and circle my task,
Making shadows disappear when I’m asked.
Faces look clearer when I’m nearby—
Find the halo that helps moments shine.
Ring Light