By Mental Health Service Users Association - Ethiopia (MHSUA)
When the Rains Forgot Us
The land used to answer him.
When Abdi pressed his feet into the soil each morning, he knew what kind of day it would be. The ground told him when rain was coming, when to move the animals, and when to rest. His father had taught him that land was not just property, it was memory.
Then the rains changed.
They did not come when they should. When they did come, they came angry, flooding what little remained. The grass turned brittle. The cattle grew thin. One by one, they fell. Each loss felt like a quiet funeral no one attended.
People asked Abdi why he was silent now. Why he stared too long at the horizon. Why he slept during the day and stayed awake at night.
No one asked what it felt like to watch your life disappear slowly.