[male
vocals] (
Mournful
talking
drum
solo
with
distant,
sorrowful
strings)
Listen,
my
people,
the
ancestors
are
watching...
What
we
have
inherited,
we
must
protect.
Oya!
Let
us
speak
with
one
voice!
Our
fathers
worked
this
soil
beneath
the
burning
sun
They
left
us
a
treasure,
the
battles
have
been
won
From
the
rivers
to
the
forest,
the
boundary
is
clear
But
now
the
strangers
come
with
papers
full
of
fear
They
want
to
take
the
heritage
that
we
call
our
own
But
they
don't
know
the
seeds
our
grandfathers
have
sown
Chai!
We
are
the
children
of
the
soil
and
the
clay
We
will
stand
like
a
mountain
and
not
fade
away!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Our
story
must
be
told!
Keep
the
heritage,
keep
the
land,
keep
the
peace
in
our
hand
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold!
We
seek
for
transparency,
we
stand
for
what
is
right
We
fight
with
our
truth,
we
shine
the
morning
light
No
wahala,
we
keep
it
peaceful,
we
keep
it
strong
But
we
know
the
place
where
our
dignity
belongs
Nna!
Look
at
the
children,
look
at
the
future
we
hold
This
land
is
our
life,
it’
s
worth
more
than
silver
or
gold
Omo!
Let
the
leaders
hear
the
cry
of
the
crowd
We
raise
our
voices
up,
we
raise
them
up
loud!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Our
story
must
be
told!
Keep
the
heritage,
keep
the
land,
keep
the
peace
in
our
hand
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold! (
Intense
rhythmic
clapping
and
udu
drums
building
up) (
Call:
Shall
we
sell
it?
Response:
No!) (
Call:
Is
it
for
sale?
Response:
No!) (
Call:
Will
we
unite?
Response:
Yes!) (
Call:
For
our
children?
Response:
Yes!)
Chop
life
with
justice,
stand
tall
for
the
ground!
Let
the
unity
of
Okwale
resound! (
Call:
For
our
children?
Response:
Yes!)
Chop
life
with
justice,
stand
tall
for
the
ground!
Let
the
unity
of
Okwale
resound!
Development
comes
when
the
people
are
one
Under
the
moon
and
under
the
sun
We
build
up
our
schools,
we
build
up
our
way
But
we
won't
trade
our
future
for
a
price
today
Omalicha
land,
you
are
the
pride
of
our
soul
To
keep
you
safe,
that
is
our
primary
goal
Oya!
Rise
up
brothers,
rise
up
sisters
in
line
Okwale
is
ours
until
the
end
of
all
time!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold!
God
will
not
allow
them!
Our
story
must
be
told!
Keep
the
heritage,
keep
the
land,
keep
the
peace
in
our
hand
God
will
not
allow
them!
Okwale
land
shall
not
be
sold!
Okwale
land...
shall
not
be
sold!
God
is
our
witness,
God
is
our
guide.
Okwale
land...
shall
not
be
sold! (
Fade
out
with
vibrant
highlife
guitar
and
horns)