Walaloo Mana Barumsaa Koo

"Mana barumsaa koo, madda beekumsaa Bakka itti baradhuu, iccitii milkaa’inaa..." (My school, the source of knowledge, The place where I learn the secrets of success...) Why These Poems Matter

It wasn’t a grand school. No marble floors, no smartboards, no green field for football. Mana Barumsaa koo — my school — was a tired, weather-beaten building with chipped blue paint and windows that never fully closed. But to me, it was a universe. walaloo mana barumsaa koo