A minibus at the Stadium Taxi terminal carries a stack of leather‑skinned drums bound for holiday celebrations. Carved by hands that honour generations, the kebero’s deep rumble evokes joyous moments and ancient rhythms. Its voice, like laughter among friends, seems to make the earth itself tremble in celebration. Together, these drums speak a language older than words—a living rhythm that unites community and memory, inviting every footstep, every heartbeat, into the timeless circle of Ethiopian song. During Easter and other festivals, hides from cattle, sheep or goats are crafted swiftly into kebero and atsado drums, ensuring the plains and highlands alike resound with their living pulse.