It is never enough how loud I should sound to cheer up for the first fill. Should I harness my belly and stoop down and open my mouth wide? Will it reach the ears of those in the front lines? Oh my! How is that you get to sound loud like the lion daughters and sons? I shout, and Shout and shout until I choke. And try back again to sound louder. And again, some more time. It can never reach the level I like by myself. Come on the patriots! Let us join…. get closer! Scoot over for her and for him. Let us sound loader, in the count of one to three. Say “Yager Sisay”. Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout, “Abbay”. Shout, shout, shout…… Shout, “We were not naïve”. Shout, “We did not mandate any preconditions on the Abbay”. Shout, “We are patriots”. Shout, “We needed the Dam”. Shout my fellow! Shout “we encouraged the construction”. Shout, “We defended the construction” Shout loud. Shout! Shout my fellow! Shout, “We are not afraid”. Shout! Fellows, shout, “We mean it”. Shout, “Abbayfor the source”. Shout again! Shout, “We will realize the completion”. Shout fellow shout, “we are its soldiers”. Shout fellow, “We are the daughters and sons”. Shout load, loud…. louder!
In memory of our delight on the news of the first fill………………………
In memory of the San Diego diaspora struggle for the support of the GERD construction…….
