Walaloo Galata Waaqayyoo - [repack]

Galata, galata, galata sii (Thank you, thank you, thank you.)

However, elders worry that writing down the poetry will freeze its spirit. True Walaloo is improvised—born in the moment a mother holds her surviving child, or a farmer sees the first green shoot after a drought. It cannot be fully captured on paper. It lives in the breath. Walaloo Galata Waaqayyoo