|One of my favorite photos of all time.|
When I was discussing our son's name with Seife Temam, the administrative assistant here at ILAE, he suggested that Anemo's name was probably Amharic with a very specific meaning having to do with gossip and pronounced slightly differently from how I was saying it.
|Seife has been a great resource for my Amharic during my stay. He's also an absolutely lovely guy.|
|Three possible spellings of Anemo's name, read by Seife below.|
|Perhaps Anemo will feel a kinship with this dude from Adwa.|
I had the chance to do some more investigative work into Anemo's name recently, but I blew it.
On Friday night Dawit took me to see his mother, who lives in an area of Addis called አየር ጤና (Ayer Tena), meaning "clean air." While no neighborhood in Addis deserves that name anymore due to the ubiquity of diesel fumes, Dawit's mother does live in an area with minimal car traffic, and I enjoyed seeing children playing in the street as the sun was going down.
I also thoroughly enjoyed the comfort food and the supremely gracious hospitality from Dawit's mother, who was the woman in charge of the care center in Addis where Dawit grew up, and not Dawit's biological mother. In fact, Dawit continues to expand my concept of family as he talks about his many sisters and brothers from his years in that supportive and loving community.
|Baked pasta with delicious vegetables. Dawit and I both ate so much.|
|Dawit, his mom, and a neighbor's daughter on couch. One of Dawit's sisters stands behind.|
|She prepared ወፍራም (wefram) coffee, which means "fat" but refers to the strength of the brew.|
Whatever Suzanne and I find out, we don't plan on changing the spelling or pronunciation of Anemo's name. Anemo will always be Anemo; his name will just have more layers of meaning now. And of course he will always smell as sweet.
As I was leaving the house that night, I gave the kind Hadiya woman a photo of Anemo that I had in my wallet, leaving her to contemplate the kind of life this Hadiya boy is living in the United States. I bet she couldn't imagine him riding in the backseat of a car on the way to his Quaker school, playfully and ambivalently practicing the different versions of his Amharic/Hadiyya name.