Vibrant colors surround me. The yard is filled with the smell of rice and Wakalem. Wā-KA-lem. I can't describe to you what cut of beef it is, but it tastes amazing. The elders are at the front; Tambourines clinging and claves are banging to the rhythm of hymns sung by generations of our ancestors (and of course, the occasional freestyle). I go up to my friend of my late grandmother and request a song for the bride. At 9 pm, more vibrant colors enter through the gates. In Harari weddings, It is a tradition for the Mans side of the family to join the woman's during Anker Makhteb. Together, we danced and sang all night long.
Author's Note: I wanted to tell this story through my eyes, but without much thinking. I didn't want to add a narrative because I didn't want to take away from the beauty of a traditional Ethiopian Wedding.
| Traditional Jewelry. Worn by a bride. Source |
Author's Note: I wanted to tell this story through my eyes, but without much thinking. I didn't want to add a narrative because I didn't want to take away from the beauty of a traditional Ethiopian Wedding.
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