I am yours Wuraola,
the wind is strong,
yes, our storm is in rage,
the wind is like that of Katrina,
but we are not in Virginia or Miami,
this is Ibadan, ni ile Oluyole,
where love battles all to survive.
Let me take you on a trip Wuraola,
not to Dubia or Sri Lanka,
but to Agodi Resorts at Mokola,
where you'll see the beautiful hills,
hills where Premier Hotel sits,
same hills where faithfuls go.
Wuraola, I want to take you around,
around my city Ibadan.
Come with me to the brown roofs here,
underneath sits, a god, Oke'badan.
these brown roofs gave birth,
to those you see driving exotic cars.
Manage the bike with me today,
tomorrow, we shall visit in our SUV.