*The Eternal Return to the Spiritual Heart of the Oromo Nation

The journey is never just a physical one. When feet leave the familiar ground of Dirree Ulfoo and turn toward the hallowed expanse of **Odaa Nabe**, a deeper movement begins—a movement of the spirit, a return to source.

**Odaa Nabe is not merely a location.** It is the **Galma Amantii Waaqeffannaa**—the spiritual center, the ancestral anchor, the very **root and sanctuary** of the Oromo worldview. Under the immense, sacred *Odaa* (sycamore) trees, the cosmic order (*Ayaana*) is felt in the rustle of leaves, the foundational law (*Seera*) of the people was nurtured and proclaimed, and the democratic spirit of the *Gadaa* system drew its first breath. To stand in Odaa Nabe is to stand at the birthplace of a civilization’s soul.

The pilgrimage from any corner of Oromia—from the fields of Ulfoo or the peaks of the spiritual center—is therefore an act of remembrance and reaffirmation. It is an acknowledgment that our identity, resilience, and moral compass are woven from the threads of history spun in this sacred grove. It is where we remember who we are, not just in the present, but across the vast expanse of time.

And so, as we make this journey in our hearts or with our feet, as we honor the legacy it holds, we send forth a prayer that is also a declaration of hope:

“Odaa Nabe. Kan milkii nuuf haa ta’u!”

“Odaa Nabe. May it be a source of blessing for us!”

This blessing we seek is multifaceted. It is the blessing of **wisdom** to navigate modern complexities with ancient integrity. It is the blessing of **unity** that once flourished under its branches. It is the blessing of **strength** to protect our heritage and our land. It is the blessing of **peace** that aligns our society with the natural and divine order.

In a world of constant noise and fragmentation, Odaa Nabe remains a silent, powerful testament to harmony, justice, and connectedness. Let us cherish it, protect it, and draw from its deep well. May its sacred legacy continue to be a living fountain of milkii—of grace, prosperity, and unwavering identity—for generations to come.