[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
swells,
a
steady
mid-tempo
drum
groove
builds
slowly)
Oga
Koloā¦
yeah,
yeah.
Chibok,
we
remember.
We
listen
to
the
cry
of
the
mothers.
Bring
them
home.
Mama
dey
cry
for
her
daughter,
sitting
by
the
kitchen
light
Papa
dey
wait
by
the
heavy
door,
staring
out
into
the
night
Years
don
pass
like
the
desert
wind,
but
the
memories
remain
They
still
dey
knock
upon
their
heart,
a
quiet
rhythm
of
the
pain
Classroom
empty,
books
are
dusty,
dreams
are
waiting
on
the
shelf
Young
girls
with
stories
yet
untold,
just
a
shadows
of
their
self
But
we
no
go
forget
their
name,
we
no
go
let
the
fire
die
We
no
go
let
the
world
forget,
the
reason
why
the
mothers
cry
Oga
Kolo,
make
you
raise
your
voice,
let
the
whole
world
hear
our
choice
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back
to
where
the
morning
light
begins
Oga
Kolo,
keep
the
memory,
keep
the
spirit
soaring
high
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back,
beneath
the
vast
Nigerian
sky
So
many
seasons
turned
to
dust,
so
many
birthdays
passed
in
fear
We
keep
the
candle
burning
bright,
so
they
know
that
we
are
near
They
were
only
looking
for
the
light,
looking
for
a
way
to
grow
Now
the
silence
is
a
heavy
weight,
that
only
broken
spirits
know
But
hope
is
like
the
river
flow,
it
finds
a
path
through
rocky
ground
We
searching
every
village
track,
until
the
lost
and
found
are
found
Nigeria,
hear
our
collective
call,
a
nation
standing
side
by
side
For
every
child
deserves
the
day,
where
truth
and
safety
will
abide
Oga
Kolo,
make
you
raise
your
voice,
let
the
whole
world
hear
our
choice
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back
to
where
the
morning
light
begins
Oga
Kolo,
keep
the
memory,
keep
the
spirit
soaring
high
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back,
beneath
the
vast
Nigerian
sky
Can
you
hear
the
echo? (
Can
you
hear
it?)
Can
you
feel
the
longing? (
In
the
wind?)
We
are
the
voice
for
those
who
wait
We
are
the
key
to
open
up
the
gate
No
more
silence,
no
more
tears
We
ending
all
these
wasted
years
Oga
Kolo,
make
you
raise
your
voice,
let
the
whole
world
hear
our
choice
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back
to
where
the
morning
light
begins
Oga
Kolo,
keep
the
memory,
keep
the
spirit
soaring
high
Bring
them
home,
bring
them
back,
beneath
the
vast
Nigerian
sky
Bring
them
home.
Yeah,
we
remember.
Chibok,
your
daughters
are
not
forgotten.
Bring
them
home. (
Fading
out
with
a
soft
guitar
melody)