Chora is one of the woredas in the Oromia Region of Ethiopia. Part of the Illubabor Zone, Chora is bordered on the south by the Jimma Zone, on the west by Yayu, on the northwest by Supena Sodo, on the north by Dega, and on the east by Bedele. The major town in Chora is Kumbabe.
Coffee is an important cash crop of this woreda. Over 50 square kilometers are planted with this crop.
The 2007 national census reported a total population for this woreda of 100,506, of whom 49,784 were men and 50,722 were women; 7,715 or 7.68% of its population were urban dwellers. The majority of the inhabitants were Moslem, with 61.1% of the population reporting they observed this belief, while 25.11% practised Ethiopian Orthodox Christianity, and 13.66% of the population said they were Protestant.
Based on figures published by the Central Statistical Agency in 2005, this woreda has an estimated total population of 318,483, of whom 160,504 are men and 157,979 are women; 9,545 or 8.06% of its population are urban dwellers, which is less than the Zone average of 12%. With an estimated area of 947.19 square kilometers, Chora has an estimated population density of 125.1 people per square kilometer, which is greater than the Zone average of 72.3.
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Devastation in the gardens
A virgin beast betrayed cries out in need
What have you done to my existence?
Where evolution now evolves from greed
When the moon above the jungle
Wipes the final tear from heaven's eyes
Who will save the children? The children cry
(92 days of rain) falling down on me
There will be
(92 days of rain) driving us to our knees
(Wash away the hunger)
Baby won't you heel our souls
(God looks back in anger at the roads we've chose)
O, I will always believe in the light
Sun's gonna shine
I know it will one day, I know
From the bible like Noah before us
Where today march all the prophet's men?
Selfish my compassion
All my reasons, all my ambivalence
Tell me why I turn my face
For shelter by the easy shore?
Tell my why all this crying I ignore?
(92 days of rain) falling down on me
There will be
(92 days of rain) driving us to our knees
(Wash away the hunger)
Baby won't you heal our souls
God looks back in anger at the roads we've chose
(92 days of rain) falling down on me