Omonayajo,
you
dey
hear
me
so?
(ehen)
Your
Ayedungbe
is
calling
your
name...
Chai,
on
my
ancestors
years
and
eight
months,
the
storm
she
blow
me
People
dey
point
fingers,
but
you
hold
I
run
away,
but
you
say
"no
shaking,
my
You
stood
by
me
when
the
darkness
dey
sink
They
say
make
I
abort
the
baby,
I
say
never!
in
ancestors,
you
go
stand
forever"
Olu-wa-da-mi-lo-la
was
only
three
you
leave
this
sinful
world,
leaving
stories
untold
Omonayajo,
my
sweet
grandma,
look
at
us
now!
is
in
Canada,
making
us
proud!
By
August
she
go
be
thirty-four
years,
I
won
the
battle,
grandma,
we
pass
through
the
flood!
You
call
me
Ayedungbe,
you
say
I
go
never
today,
we
are
never
going
back!
Every
night
I
remember
the
words
You
say
the
ancestors
guide
us
when
we
No
aborting
my
baby,
now
she
dey
overseas
Living
the
soft
life,
blowing
winter
From
Lagos
to
Toronto,
the
victory
is
Omonayajo,
see
how
your
prayers
heal
Oluwadamilola
is
thirty-four...
Ayedungbe won the war.
Omonayajo,
sleep
well,
hear?
No
more
tears...
we
won.