Karangetang erupted last night, sending ash clouds over nearby fishing villages.

Karanjas shaded the village path, their branches heavy with glossy seeds that villagers pressed for oil.

She picked ripe karandas from the shrub and rinsed them before breakfast.

The karanda blooms with fragrant white flowers every spring in our backyard.

Dr. Karanja presented her research findings at the international conference.

At the pōwhiri, the karangas echoed across the marae, welcoming the visitors.

For Diwali, we made a large batch of karanjis to share with family and friends.

At the festival, she handed me a warm karanji stuffed with coconut.

Karanga speakers gathered at the cultural festival to teach younger generations their traditional songs.

Karanga is still spoken by many families in southern Zimbabwe.