NOSA: Always Pray For You

Nosa - Always pray for you


I go always pray for you; I go always pray for you
Make the Grace of Jesus see you through; I go always pray for you!

As all of us dey go our separate ways; Na good tory we go dey tell
When we see again of how God don bless me and bless you too
I go always pray for you!


And even if I far from you; you go always dey my heart
This na true; na true…
I just wan let you know say whatever I do,
I go always pray for you!


We go surely meet again; and when we meet again
None of us go dey in chain
But na from glory to glory
In Jesus name
We go surely meet again.

Oh…if I offend you before, forgive me
So that when we see again
You no go get B.B for me
We all need each other to see life through…
So I go always pray for you!


Say make the grace of God
Make e no commot;
Make him peace never cease,
To call upon you, whatever you do
And in love to see you through…ah ah.
I just wan let you know say whatever I do
I go surely pray for you!

SOMI: Shine Your Eye

Somi - Shine Your Eye

When I close my eyes I remember the bright city heat pressing against the knuckles of my searching toes and squinting brow.

I remember kind strangers and brave adventure; the beauty and revelation of dirty drums found deep inside of me and the knowing that my heart’s hand had always rested its palm against their homesick skins.

I remember non-vegetarian pepper soups, month-long rainstorm lullabies, and sleepy traffic thick with hot metal bodies and impromptu window snacks. I sigh… stroking through a sea of dissonant horns and agile bodies that careen between cars hurling both barter and abuse.

Unassuming streetside glamour – heavy hipped women in red and gold; a body of water full of reeds and houses on sticks expands under a concrete stretch to Victoria Island. I remember being told to “pronounce yoruba with my mouth wide open” and to shine my eye.

The fake tears of Nollywood flicks; the fierce intellect and ambition that spat in the face of stereotype; the sighting of East African backsides that saw me too. I remember hungry boys pouncing on car windows and I remember looking away…