Kofi Starlight - Bugun Kasar Uwa (Pulse of the Motherland) - A Song for Nigeria

Описание: Kofi Starlight - Bugun Kasar Uwa (Pulse of the Motherland) - A Song for Nigeria #hausa #nigeria #africa #abuja #afrobeat

Wannan waƙa ce game da abubuwan da suka faru a Najeriya da kuma dukkan al'ummominta daban-daban da suka haɗu wuri ɗaya. Najeriya ƙasa ce mai cike da al'adun Afirka kuma ita ce shaida cewa haɗin gwiwa yana kawo wadata. Da fatan za a yi rijista a tasharmu domin mu ci gaba da samun ƙarin abubuwan da ke ciki, kuma ana godiya da babban yatsa. Ina son ku duka! Af, idan kuna da ra'ayoyi kan wani batu na waƙa, ku sanar da mu a cikin sharhi.

This is a song about the ups and downs of Nigeria and about all its different peoples (Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba, etc.) coming together united. Nigeria is a melting pot of African cultures and it is the proof that cooperation brings prosperity. Shout out to Kano, Lagos, Jos.
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© An rubuta ta T. Vaessen et al (writersgroup).
Performed by Kofi Starlight (our dear friend)
Produced by Old Glory Records (2025)

Lyrics (translated to English):
From the deserts of Kano to the waters of Lagos,
From the mountains of Jos to the rivers of Niger,
We are the children of the drums, we are the children of fire,
We were born with strength, with ambition, with determination.
Benin bronze, Nok stone,
The history of our ancestors is in every face,
From Oyo to the rivers of the south,
Our roots are deep, never fading.

Many languages, one heart,
Many paths, one destiny.

Hear the beat of Motherland rising,
At our feet, in the eyes of a bright light,
Green and white in the storm we stand,
This is our land, this is our heritage.
Hear the beat of Motherland calling,
Even if we fall, we always rise,
From yesterday to the fire of tomorrow,
Nigeria lives in our name.

We suffered, but we did not die,
We were wounded, but we did not break,
Petrol and sweat on our palms,
Our dreams grow in every corner.
Hausa with strength, Igbo with fire,
Yoruba with lively dance and movement,
Tiv and Ijaw, Efik and Kanuri,
Many rivers, but one ocean.

We bent, but we did not collapse,
The world doubted, but we knew ourselves.

Hear the beat of Motherland rising,
On our feet, in the bright eyes,
Green and white in the storm we stand,
This is our land, this is our heritage.
Hear the beat of Motherland calling,
Even if we fall, we always rise,
From yesterday to the fire of tomorrow,
Nigeria lives in our name.

We are not perfect, but we have a jurya,
We are wounded, but we still rise,
Through the dust and the golden light,
We take tomorrow with strength and pride.

From the cries of the market to the church hymn,
From prayers to the traditional fire,
We argue with our voices, we laugh with our hearts,
Many histories, but one destiny.
The world tries to bind our souls,
But no barrier can stop this strength,
We are the giants who are awakening,
We are pouring the future with the heart of a hero.

Hear the beat of the Motherland,
In the dust, in the light, we are here,
Green and white where the heroes stand,
This is our voice, this is our land.
Hear the beat of the Motherland,
We have fallen before, but we have risen again,
From the drums of our ancestors to the tongues of our children,
Nigeria lives in our name.

We are the rivers, we are the rocks,
We are many — but we are one.
As long as the drums beat on the ground,
The beat of the Motherland will be heard…
Forever.