The Beginning of Our Last Dance

Ayan,o!

Skillful riddlesmith

On your singing gangan!

Drum it loud!

Drum it sweet!

Courage!

Faith!

Honesty!

Pride!

Our weapons

To chase out these locusts

Feasting on our earth’s fortune

Let the horn blower

Blow out the mucus

From his running nose

For this night

Is the beginning

Of a long night…

In the morning of my life

Mother told me

What is worth doing at all

Is what we do well

This rehearsal

Though tearing our muscles

Is the chronicle

Of our steeping exodus

As we  march to ominira!

Awoko!

Songbird on the zuma rock

Tinbulate

This tinbulation

To the man pursued by the masquerade

As man faints, so does the heavenly spirit…

Let Sango know

That we are not helpless

Let Ogun know

That we are fearless

Tonight is the night

We stop running...

The night of the beginning

Of our last dance…