[male
vocals] (
Talking
drum
rhythm
pulses)
Owhrodey!
My
pride,
my
home.
Can
you
hear
the
voice
of
the
road
today?
We
calling
out,
state
government,
listen
now.
No
dulling,
we
rise.
Since
ninety-nine,
the
dusty
wind
has
been
our
friend
Waiting
for
the
tar,
waiting
for
the
path
to
bend
Owhrodey
in
Udu,
standing
tall
and
standing
strong
But
our
children
walking
deep
in
potholes
all
day
long
I
see
the
traders
struggle,
bringing
produce
to
the
street
Fighting
with
the
rain
and
the
mud
beneath
our
feet
We
contribute
our
quota,
we
pay
the
tax
we
owe
But
the
road
is
just
a
story
of
a
place
that
couldn't
grow.
Owhrodey
needs
a
road,
let
the
asphalt
start
to
flow
From
the
city
to
the
heart
of
where
the
good
people
go
Udu
local
government,
see
the
pride
that
we
carry
Fix
the
road
for
us,
it
is
time,
no
more
worry
Owhrodey,
Owhrodey,
watch
us
rise
from
the
dust
Build
the
future
for
our
village,
it
is
a
matter
of
trust.
Ah,
see
this
one
oh,
the
struggle
is
real
everyday
Broken
axles
on
the
Danfo,
everyone
dey
pray
But
we
are
resilient,
we
are
people
of
the
light
Even
in
the
darkness,
we
are
reaching
for
the
height
This
is
not
a
complaint,
this
is
a
call
for
a
change
To
keep
our
beautiful
Owhrodey
inside
the
progress
range
We
believe
in
the
power,
we
believe
in
the
plan
To
put
a
smooth
road
in
the
palm
of
every
man.
Owhrodey
needs
a
road,
let
the
asphalt
start
to
flow
From
the
city
to
the
heart
of
where
the
good
people
go
Udu
local
government,
see
the
pride
that
we
carry
Fix
the
road
for
us,
it
is
time,
no
more
worry
Owhrodey,
Owhrodey,
watch
us
rise
from
the
dust
Build
the
future
for
our
village,
it
is
a
matter
of
trust. (
Talking
drum
intensifies)
We
rise
together,
we
stand
as
one
Let
the
work
begin,
let
the
job
be
done
From
the
elders
to
the
youth,
we
singing
out
loud
Make
our
Owhrodey
streets
look
perfect
and
proud!
E
choke!
The
spirit
is
strong!
Owhrodey
needs
a
road,
let
the
asphalt
start
to
flow
Owhrodey
needs
a
road,
let
the
asphalt
start
to
flow
From
the
city
to
the
heart
of
where
the
good
people
go
Udu
local
government,
see
the
pride
that
we
carry
Fix
the
road
for
us,
it
is
time,
no
more
worry
Owhrodey,
Owhrodey,
watch
us
rise
from
the
dust
Build
the
future
for
our
village,
it
is
a
matter
of
trust.
Owhrodey
my
pride.
Fix
the
road,
we
waiting.
No
more
wahala,
only
progress.
Bless
the
village.
Oya,
let
the
development
come! (
Music
fades
with
rhythmic
percussion)