their laughter rang out from a distance
I resumed washing my lunch box unperturbed
'You could be mistaken for a Baltet, ' said Yeras
It was at the tap water around the field
Sosena chimed in, 'Mittu Hostess will bring her matot.'
I giggled imagining cooking pot made of clay
'Did you notice how she keeps herself neat? '
I clean my chair table before class is under way
Sitting on the ground always an ordeal
dabbing the spot on skirt was everyday task
It was normal sipping water from syrup bottle
Fasika teased, 'be sure it ain't some other drink'
Making myself comfortable is part of my nature
Wherever I venture even up on the air