Ennarea
Ennarea (Alternative: Enarea, E(n)narya, Innarya) was a kingdom in what is now the Jimma Zone in Ethiopia. It was recorded to be the most powerful Gonga kingdom until its decline in the 17th century, at all it lasted from at least the 13th century until c. 1710. It was surrounded by Damot and later the Ethiopian Empire in the north and north east, Janjero in the east, Bosha in the southeast, Kaffa in the south, Sheka in the southwest and the Anfillo kingdom in the west.
History
The mysterious beginning
As the Hinnario people, how the indigenous Gonga of Ennarea refer to themselves, made no use of a script one have to reconstruct Ennarea's history with oral and foreign sources. The first (foreign) source mentioning Ennarea is an Aksumite document found in Debra Dimakir, which tells us that
“(the) legendary Aksumite king Digna-Jan led 150 priests carrying 60 consecrated tablets from Axum to Amhara and then accompanied 180.150 soldiers to Innarya”, which were said to have been a month’s journey from Amhara” .
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by: Joe HenryBring me the head of John the Baptist
show it round and shine
his cloudy, marble, crossed and final eyes
once more into mine.
Give me a leg up high enough
to see beyond this wall,
to be the first to see the victors take the gate
or to be the last one so fall.
I said, “I meant a world of good”
and she said, “I wouldn't doubt it”
standing where she was,
she kissed the back of my head;
I said, “we could make the woods”
but she said, “how ‘bout it —
let's sleep and let them
find us here instead.”
Every time I catch a good sang
wouldn't you know — the station starts to fade,
but every step I've ever taken
has brought me in time just to hear it slip away.
Bring me the head of John the Baptist
show it round and shine
his cloudy, marble, crossed and final eyes