(Soft shekere pulse)
Ah, Samuel Sunday Shobowale…
My legend, my hero, my father.
I miss you, Baba. I really miss you.
I sit in the garden where we used to talk
Walking the path where you used to walk
The sun hits the trees, it feels so cold
Without the wisdom, without the gold
You worked every day just to hold us high
Never asked for credit, just kept to the sky
Now the house is quiet, the echo is deep
I pray that your spirit is finding its sleep.
Oh, Samuel Sunday, the legend I know, it’s ten years now but
My heart is still breaking, but I have to let go
You were the foundation, the rock and the light
Now you’re the star shining bright in the night
Rest well, Papa, you finished your race
I’m looking for heaven to see your face.
I remember the smell of your work-weary coat
The strength in your hand and the songs that you wrote
Not on paper, but lived in the way that you cared
The burden you shouldered, the love that you shared
I’m trying to follow the steps that you made
Even when shadows begin to invade
But it’s hard, Baba, it’s harder than hard
To keep up the hustle without you on guard.
Oh, Samuel Sunday, the legend I know, it's ten years now but
My heart is still breaking, but I have to let go
You were the foundation, the rock and the light
Now you’re the star shining bright in the night
Rest well, Papa, you finished your race
I’m looking for heaven to see your face.
Though the years move fast and the world turns round
Your memory is planted in holy ground
No more wahala, no more the stress
Just eternal peace, just perfect rest
I love you, Baba, until we meet there.
Oh, Samuel Sunday, the legend I know it's ten years now but
My heart is still breaking, but I have to let go
You were the foundation, the rock and the light
Now you’re the star shining bright in the night
Rest well, Papa, you finished your race
I’m looking for heaven to see your face.
Samuel Sunday Shobowale…
My Odogwu, my baba.
We love you so much but god loves you more
Keep Resting in Peace, till we meet to depart no more.
Sleep well, sleep well.
It's your first Son Paul missing you badly
(Fade out with soft marimba)