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Omo Nada
Omo Nada is one of the woredas in the Oromia Region of Ethiopia. Part of the Jimma Zone, Omo Nada is bordered on the south by the Gojeb River which separates it from the Southern Nations, Nationalities and Peoples Region (SNNPR), on the west by Dedo, on the northwest by Kersa, on the north by Tiro Afeta, on the northeast by Sokoru, and on the east by the Omo River which separates it from the SNNPR. Nada is the administrative center of the woreda; other towns in Omo Nada include Asendabo.
Overview
The altitude of this woreda ranges from 1000 to 3340 meters above sea level. Major peaks include Mounts Maigudo, Gudaje and Dasu Boreto. Perennial rivers include the Gilgel Gibe, Nada Guda and Beyem. A survey of the land in this woreda shows that 56.8% is arable or cultivable (36.3% was under annual crops), 25.2% pasture, 6.3% forest, and the remaining 11.7% is considered swampy, degraded or otherwise unusable. Teff and wheat are important cash crops.Coffee is also an important cash crop for this woreda; between 20 and 50 square kilometers are planted with this crop.
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by: AmentaWe drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
These are all wasted words
These are all a wastrels words
Meanings you will never find
Hidden, lurking between the lines
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
I've lifted my chin
And ignored the noose
But there is gravity
In the centre of the void
The seed of its end
In every creation
Of a sullen cremation
Heels in the tug of tide
We shudder on shore
Lands end
And what have we got?
Nothing but memory
Success or failure?
Gathering our rags
We walk into the waves
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame
We feel the whine
Sharply, in our teeth
And all our pasts
Chained to our ankles
This is not another
Slit wrist suicide
Its our future drowning
In the bile of cyanide
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
We drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
Drowning in the currents
Of another fleeting void
At the mercy of sleep
The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame
Only shame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame