Omonayajo, you dey hear me so? (ehen)
Your Ayedungbe is calling your name...
Chai, on my ancestors
At fifteen years and eight months, the storm she blow me
People dey point fingers, but you hold me
I run away, but you say "no shaking, my pikin"
You stood by me when the darkness dey sink in
They say make I abort the baby, I say never!
You say "believe in ancestors, you go stand forever"
Olu-wa-da-mi-lo-la was only three years old
When you leave this sinful world, leaving stories untold
Omonayajo, my sweet grandma, look at us now! (see gobe!)
Oluwadamilola is in Canada, making us proud!
By August she go be thirty-four years, oh my God
I won the battle, grandma, we pass through the flood!
You call me Ayedungbe, you say I go never lack
See the blessings today, we are never going back!
Every night I remember the words wey you speak
You say the ancestors guide us when we are weak
No aborting my baby, now she dey overseas
Living the soft life, blowing winter breeze
From Lagos to Toronto, the victory is real
Omonayajo, see how your prayers heal
Oluwadamilola is thirty-four...
Ayedungbe won the war.
Omonayajo, sleep well, hear?
No more tears... we won.