(Violin weeping slowly)
Professor Moses 'Mwalimu'... Omo, you show me light.
We dey miss you, Baba. Your legacy na for eternity.
Ah-ah, e pain me, but we go carry your flag go high.
Early morning, six o’clock, your voice dey echo for the hall
No be say you get time for play, you want make we stand tall
Professor Moses, you build the foundation with your iron hand
You say, "My children, the future na battlefield for this land"
Discipline be your middle name, you no dey take excuse
You train us how to read the world, how we go pay our dues
Oh, Professor Moses 'Mwalimu', our guiding light, our father
You fight for our future even when the road bring wahala
You mold us with fire, you mold us with pride
Now you don go rest, but your spirit dey by our side
Africa mourn a king, a teacher, a man of grace
We go keep the fire burning, we go win the race
Community village boy, you raise me to be a man
You say, "Education na the only weapon for your hand"
Even when the system unfair, you push us past the gate
You tell me, "Greatness no get patience, e no dey wait for fate"
I dey feel the gap today, the house dey feel so cold
But the lessons you deposit, worth more than pure gold
Oh, Professor Moses 'Mwalimu', our guiding light, our father
You fight for our future even when the road bring wahala
You mold us with fire, you mold us with pride
Now you don go rest, but your spirit dey by our side
Africa mourn a king, a teacher, a man of grace
We go keep the fire burning, we go win the race
(Violin solo, mournful and rising)
It take a village to raise a son, you say
But you carry the heavy load, you pave the way
From Lagos streets to the global stage, we carry your name
Professor Moses 'Mwalimu' Tedheke, you no die in vain
Oh, Professor Moses 'Mwalimu', our guiding light, our father
You fight for our future even when the road bring wahala
You mold us with fire, you mold us with pride
Now you don go rest, but your spirit dey by our side
Africa mourn a king, a teacher, a man of grace
We go keep the fire burning, we go win the race
Rest well, Baba. Rest well, Professor Moses 'Mwalimu'.
Your seeds dey grow, they go bloom, no shaking.
(Violin fades out)
We remember you. Always.