CHAIR FARE


CHAIR FARE

In the streets of Tor Hayloch, wheelchairs once designed to carry people simmer in the rain, gazing out at the street and reminiscing about their past lives. These chairs have rolled into a second career as rain-drenched vending carts on a busy Addis sidewalk. Built for mobility but now hustling in the service of commerce, they show how the city refuses to let any piece of metal retire quietly. What was once a medical aid has become a street-side business model, proof that in Ethiopia, even wheelchairs get a new lease on life when the market calls and locally repurposed wheelchairs are often used to sell everything from snacks to household goods, turning mobility aids into fully mobile mini-shops.

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WHEELING HUSTLE

Multitasking at its finest unfolds on the streets of Adey Abeba, where a man navigates his way in a sleek, electric-wired wheelchair. But his ride is more than a mode of transport, it doubles as a mobile vending station. As he glides past pedestrians, his chair displays an array of goods, offering snacks, plastic bags, and small essentials to those on the move. Morning commuters stop briefly, intrigued by this unusual blend of mobility and enterprise, while others pass by with wide-eyed curiosit...


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SECOND SPIN

Worn-out tyres roll back and forth through Mercato, steered by grease-stained hands of mechanics in faded overalls. Some will soon stand as makeshift signposts announcing a repair shop open for business; others will find new lives as flower pots, stools, or playthings in alleyways. In this market, the largest open market in Africa, nothing truly retires, everything gets a second spin...


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SOLE REST

A well-earned day off for shoes that have walked more miles than most of us dare to dream. On the sidewalks of the Bethel neighborhood, sneakers line up to dry while the shoeshine trades polish for gossip, stitch up tired soles, and sneak in a chat with friends, because even shoes need a social life. The air hums with laughter and wax mingling, and the occasional clink of a shoeshine brush hitting a tin of polish. For a few hours, the streets are a quiet hub of camaraderie, creativity, and the u...