Walaloo Mana Barumsaa Koo Official

Silence. Then the whole class clapped. Even Chaltu, the girl who always sat at the back and never smiled, looked at me with something like respect. That day, I learned: walaloo isn’t just poetry. It’s the truth your tongue finds when your heart is too full.

I stood there a long time. Then I took a piece of chalk from my pocket — I always carry one — and beneath those words, I wrote: walaloo mana barumsaa koo

Years passed. I grew taller, the benches grew shorter. Barsiisaa Girma retired. The odaa tree lost a branch in a storm. But the school remained — stubborn, poor, but alive . Silence

I froze. The other kids giggled. But Barsiisaa Girma nodded gently. “Continue,” he whispered. That day, I learned: walaloo isn’t just poetry

“ Barsiisaa Girma’s class. 1999–2007. Walaloo hin du'u. ” (Teacher Girma’s class. 1999–2007. The song does not die.)