Ethiopia has signed a memorandum of understanding with Somaliland to get a sea port

Nestled between undulating hills and meandering rivers, a quaint village rested in serene seclusion, cocooned in nature’s embrace. The village seemed like a tapestry woven from the threads of tradition and modernity, where age-old customs danced harmoniously with contemporary living. Cobblestone pathways meandered through the heart of the settlement, lined with cottages adorned with colorful blooms that spilled over the windowsills, painting a picturesque scene against the backdrop of lush greenery.

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the local bakery, mingling with the earthy scent of the nearby farmlands. Children with rosy cheeks played games of laughter and innocence, their joyous voices echoing through the cobblestone streets. Elderly villagers gathered under the sprawling oak tree, their weathered faces adorned with tales of yesteryear, sharing wisdom and camaraderie as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the tranquil scene.

Chickens clucked contentedly in backyard coops, and the distant lowing of cattle painted a pastoral symphony that underscored the rhythms of rural life. In this idyllic haven, time seemed to drift lazily, unfettered by the rush of the outside world, allowing moments to linger and stories to unfold at their own unhurried pace.