[male
vocals] (
Talking
drum
rolls)
Oya,
gather
round,
the
season
don
come!
We
dey
represent,
from
the
soil
to
the
sun!
Okpolo
Enhwe,
stand
up,
make
some
noise!
It
is
time
for
the
rhythm,
it
is
time
for
the
boys!
The
season
is
here,
the
calendar
turn
The
tallest
drum
in
Africa,
watch
how
it
burn
From
every
corner,
the
children
return
home
To
the
land
of
our
fathers,
no
matter
how
we
roam
Okpolo
Enhwe,
our
pride
and
our
light
We
gather
for
the
festival,
everything
feels
right
With
the
Ogri
beating,
deep
in
our
chest
We
celebration-ready,
putting
life
to
the
test!
It
is
the
Ogri
Festival,
lift
up
your
hands
The
greatest
celebration
in
all
of
the
lands!
Okpolo
Enhwe,
our
heritage
so
true
We
dancing
in
the
spirit,
everything
is
new
Log
drum
bouncing,
the
rhythm
is
sweet
We
finding
our
brothers
and
sisters
in
the
street
Oh,
feel
the
pride,
let
the
whole
world
see
We
are
the
people,
we
are
the
legacy!
Look
at
the
weddings,
the
love
in
the
air
Families
uniting,
no
sorrow,
no
care
Meetings
in
the
square,
making
plans
for
the
year
With
the
sound
of
the
Ogri,
we
banish
the
fear
From
the
tallest
drum,
see
the
culture
arise
Reflection
of
greatness
is
deep
in
our
eyes
Whether
Lagos
or
London,
we
headed
back
home
To
the
land
of
our
spirits,
we
never
shall
roam!
It
is
the
Ogri
Festival,
lift
up
your
hands
The
greatest
celebration
in
all
of
the
lands!
Okpolo
Enhwe,
our
heritage
so
true
We
dancing
in
the
spirit,
everything
is
new
Log
drum
bouncing,
the
rhythm
is
sweet
We
finding
our
brothers
and
sisters
in
the
street
Oh,
feel
the
pride,
let
the
whole
world
see
We
are
the
people,
we
are
the
legacy!
Can
you
feel
the
vibration? (
Ogri!)
It
is
a
celebration! (
Okpolo
Enhwe!)
We
standing
tall,
we
standing
strong
This
is
the
place
where
we
all
belong!
Yeah,
we
rise
up!
Okpolo
Enhwe,
forever
in
our
hearts!
No
dulling,
it
is
our
heritage! (
Log
drum
fade
out)