The minister who tore up Hailemariam’s promise

In the embrace of a tranquil dawn, the world awoke to the gentle whispers of the morning breeze weaving through the landscape. The horizon blushed with hues of pastel pinks and oranges as the sun tiptoed over the distant hills, casting its golden light upon the waking earth. The dew-kissed petals of blossoming flowers glistened, reflecting the dawn’s tender embrace.

Birds, symphonists of the daybreak, greeted the sun with an orchestra of melodious chirps, painting the canvas of the sky with their graceful flight. The air was filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the earthy fragrance of freshly turned soil, a sweet symphony that awakened the senses. Tranquility lingered in every corner, an enchanting spell that permeated the serene meadows and danced along the banks of a meandering stream.

It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting yet exquisite glimpse into the ethereal beauty of nature, where every sunrise painted a new chapter in the grand narrative of existence.