Afaan Oromoo is not merely a language; it is a womb. Walaloo is the first heartbeat in that womb—a rhythm older than drums, sharper than spears. When we speak of Barnoota (Education) in the 39th verse of the soul, we are not counting pages. We are counting seasons. We are counting the years a seed takes to break rock.

Walaloo sings: Barsiisaa koo, ani 39-ee keessa jira. My teacher, I live inside the 39th night. I have memorized the alphabet of hunger, But the library of liberation is still locked. Barnoota: you are the knife and the honey. In the 39th stage of learning, the student realizes that education is not the filling of a bucket, but the lighting of a fire that burns colonial shadows. The 39th lesson is always the hardest: that knowing is not enough. You must become.

There is a deep feminine root in Oromo education. The Siinqee stick—the symbol of peace and women’s authority—also bends toward knowledge. In walaloo waa’ee 39 , the mother’s voice enters the classroom: Intala koo, ani kitaaba hin barreessine. My daughter, I did not write the book. But I counted 39 rains without a harvest. Barnoota afaan kee hin beeku ture, But now you read the law in your own tongue. That is the 39th miracle: the silenced one naming the sky. Here, Barnoota becomes decolonization. The 39th chapter of the Oromo student’s life is when they realize that the textbook written in another’s language is a cage—and that true learning is carving the alphabet onto a qillee (a wooden spoon used for butter making) until the letters smell of home.

This walaloo is for the one who has failed three exams, for the girl forbidden from school, for the elder learning to write his name at 70. You are not behind. You are not broken. You are in the 39th station of a sacred journey. One more step—not to 40, but to badiyyaa (the wilderness inside you) where Barnoota becomes Bareedina (beauty).

A powerful walaloo about the 39th level of education speaks of two friends: Tiyyaan kitaaba qaba. Kiyyaan qalma qaba. Tiyya (Mine) has a book. Kiyya (Ours) has a scar. Tiyyaa wants a degree. Kiyyaa wants a river. At the 39th crossroads, they embrace. Barnoota is not leaving Kiyyaa behind. Barnoota is learning to read the scar as a map. The 39th lesson is community . No one crosses into 40 alone. The Oromo philosophy of “Walaloo” insists that knowledge that does not heal the collective is a beautiful disease.