.
Let me invite the drums,
The Gangan and omele
Let me further surmoun the sticks
All to be arranged in the respect
Of their ages and sizes
Then let Ayankola's hands beat out the rhythms
.
I plead to mama sodiq's Palm-wine
To render us her sweetness.
The gracious Omidans of this village I must behold!
The grace of steps, dexterous twists,
The exhilarating chants and colourful apparel,
Tinted with beaded waists
.
As the ascenstors come out to watch this
Colourful moment of ours
Let the gods drink to this hour
This moment is true
The storm has recided!
Here comes the calm as
The future foretolds

GBEGBELEKU
GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows.
Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears.
Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound 
who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears
Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap,  still he gives no interest.
Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference
To the company of truth.
Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity
But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.

DRUMMER BOY

With your sticks
You cook the beat of rationality
Your omele,a preacher
It's preaches sanity into an insane world
Obviously you are heavenly endowed

Tell sango,to come see
The sticks which heat Kindle his flames
The beats that lure him into dancing

Mysterious drummer
Even the deaf sway to your rhythm
The lane raise hands
To stop the quarrel between
Your sticks

You drummer of life
Play your beat
So I can tap the foot of my conscience
Hit your drums
For the dry bones to rise

sticks of rationality
Beats of sanity

Are what Eledumare
Has endowed you with
My village drummer boy.

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