(Acoustic guitar strums, talking drum builds softly)
Iya mi, Mummy Bose Faforu...
It’s your son, Tombara, calling you.
Adura o! Pray for your boy. (Hallelujah!)
You carry me for nine months, you no complain at all
When the storm was heavy, you stood standing tall
Tombara your boy, I dey put my head for ground
Mummy Bose, your love is the sweetest sound
I dey hustle night and day make I give you soft life
No more crying, no more stress, no more pain and strife
Just raise your holy hands and pray for me today
Make the blessings of Baba God locate my way
Mummy Bose Faforu, pray for your son Tombara!
I go give you the life you deserve, no wahala!
Golden palace, fine cars, everything you desire
Your prayers go dey lift me higher and higher!
Amin o! Amin o! (Praise God!)
Your boy go make you proud, on God!
I remember those days when NEPA take light
You go dey fan me make I sleep well for night
You sell your wrappers just to pay my school fees
Now e don choke, na blessings and ease!
As you pray for me, the heaven go open wide
With my Mummy by my side, I go walk with pride
Your labor of love will never be in vain
Joy go dey flow like the summer rain!
Mummy Bose Faforu, pray for your son Tombara!
I go give you the life you deserve, no wahala!
Golden palace, fine cars, everything you desire
Your prayers go dey lift me higher and higher!
Amin o! Amin o! (Praise God!)
Your boy go make you proud, on God!
Mummy Bose, Iya rere...
Tombara love you forever.
Keep praying for me, mummy.
Amin o... (Hallelujah!)
(Talking drum fades out)