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Tthe kids trailing behind her symbolise to me, the innocence and communal love and acceptance an average Nigerian gets but never really consciuosly appreciates until he/she is being isolated.įinally,the Solitary EYO masquerade at the end drives home the point. Like a sojourner, she paints the image and reminds us of how a home-sick person feels and looks forward to leaving going back home.

The yellow bus,keke, traders, kids and of course the EYO depicts her idea of Lagos, which she tightly holds dear to her heart. The streets, noises, fights and the people that forms what a home means. Instead it potrays the home the singer remembers she left in time past. One would think that with the thematic and chorus pre-occupation being the EYO masquerade, the visuals would be filled with the bunch of them, dancing and doing their thing but No! The video goes beyond the EYO as a masquerade. Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons Taxi’s waiting down on the street so Hurry up I have to go Looking round you’d see all the people Making faces very cold Carry me away, far from the circles That never breaks Going home Going home Where this road goes I already know Where everybody cares for one another And they take you as their sister Eyo o eyo o Eyo oo eyo. I am not saying the video is perfect…but nna ehn! the video odikwa make sense! Facebook gives people the power to share and. You take the plain, bland and simple things around you, you clean it, polish it, recreate it and give it another meaning. Join Facebook to connect with Asa Eyo Itam-Eyo and others you may know. In short, EYO made me fall in love with Lagos all over again.īut wait o, is it the france weather, your wonderful mother you sing so much about or just you? Your songs and videos are out of the box. Suddenly Ojota dumpsite did not smell as terribly as I thought, the endless trail of traffic isn’t as demonic as I felt instead my surroundings smelt of earth, instead of traffic I saw red-colored tail lights of cars as the eyes of hardworking souls all over Lagos. So, I’m going home after the usual-hectic toils of the day and I hear that same voice singing ‘ Eyo o…eyo o‘. The minute I heard that clear voice singing ‘ Waheedi….o mo shekina.’ I knew I for one was, is and will be stuck on whoever the singer was.
