Passengers Small-Small Joy
Mm…
NukNebi…
As the road dey run,
make your heart no run pass your eyes.
(Slow down…)
(Look around…)
Morning come, we don wake before the sun,
Chasing one more cheque,
another thing to own.
Big gate, tall wall,
fine light for the yard,
But who go sit with you when the night get hard?
We dey count the money,
we dey count the years,
We dey hide our tiredness behind small smiles.
Papa call, you say,
“I go call am back,” Mami send a message,
you just read and park.
For the quarter,
rain dey dance ‘pon zinc,
Small pikin laugh, make the whole road sing.
You pass that beauty,
eyes fixed on the prize— How many sweet small moments pass you
by?
If you reach the mountain,
who go climb with you?
If the house get plenty rooms,
who go laugh with you?
La vie est courte,
mon frère, prends le temps— The road no be only where you
go; na how you spend.
We be passengers, passengers,
For this life we dey pass through.
No be only house and money,
Na the love we share we carry too.
When you dey run,
abeg slow down,
See the sky, hear the town.
Hold your person, make dem know,
Small-small joy na the wealth we own.
(Slow down…) (Hold your
person…) (We
be passengers…)
You want one big house with a balcony high,
But your love dey wait down there,
watching time go by.
Fine car for the road,
but no journey together,
New shoes for the feet,
no walk in the weather.
Come make we chop corn when the evening cool,
Talk old stories like we get no rule.
One cup of tea,
two chairs by the door,
Sometimes na that one wey rich man dey search for.
No shame for the dream,
make your vision grow,
Build am with wisdom,
but no lose your soul.
Because one day the account fit balance clean,
But the best of your life no fit show for screen.
Who go remember the size of your room?
Who go remember the love wey you bloom?
Prends ma main, reste un peu,
mon amour— This moment na gift; make we open am sure.
One day road go quiet…
One day phone no go ring… The people we love beside us—
Na dem be the real thing.
So if your brother dey near,
go greet am.
If your mother dey call,
go hear am.
If your lover dey wait,
go meet am. No wait make tomorrow come explain am.
(Go
greet am…) (Go hear am…)
(Go meet am…) (Don't wait…)
We be passengers, passengers,
For this life we dey pass through.
No be only house and money,
Na the love we share we carry too.
When you dey run,
abeg slow down, See the sky,
hear the town. Hold your person,
make dem know, Small-small joy na the wealth we own.
Na the people…
Na the moments… Na the way your heart feel when you dey
there…
(We be passengers…)
(Slow down…)
(Enjoy the road…)