(Ayy, yoh, ifwe! This is for the real ones)
Muli shani, Africa...
Japhet dey plan for us, no boza at all
Japhet up late, maps on the table now
The coffee gone cold, but his vision dey proud
E no dey chase the clout, e no dey make noise
He's counting the schools, lifting our voice
Hospitals and roads wey never got built
He's planning for the farmer, clearing the guilt
No light in the night? He's bringing the spark
A real leader working inside the dark
Japhet, with his eyes on tomorrow (on God!)
Not for a crown, but for his people to borrow
Less talk, more work, hands in the soil
Building a home where we all can grow
Japhet’s planning, not for fame... but for our name
(Natotela, let's go!)
He listens first, to the market woman’s cry
The youth with ideas, looking at the sky
Even the critic, he hear what they say
Honest with the money, guiding the way
He plans the budget like a father plans meals
No one left behind, that’s how he feels
Planting the trees he will never sit under
That is the leadership, making us wonder (ayy!)
A leader isn’t loudest in the room, oh (no way)
He’s the one who shows up after the storm
Japhet’s blueprint? People. Always people.
Mayo! We rise together, we stand equal
Japhet, with his eyes on tomorrow
Not for a crown, but for his people to borrow
Less talk, more work, hands in the soil
Building a home where we all can grow
Japhet’s planning, not for fame... but for our name
Japhet's blueprint, ifwe!
No boza, only truth.
Natotela, baba.
(Fades out with sweet guitar)