Through Lagos streets the okada flies
Dodging traffic beneath the skies
Carrying hopes from dawn till night
Through every jam they find the light
Survival whispered in weary eyes
Ojota to
Yaba the engines roar
Lekki to Mushin the riders explore
Rain or shine the hustle stays
Risking it all through winding ways
Lagos keeps calling them back for more
The wind
becomes their faithful friend
Every shortcut a means to bend
Faster than time they chase their bread
With countless tales the city has fed
Okada men ride till journeys end
Oh Lagos
your stories are paved with speed
Your people ride hard to meet their need
Survival etched in the turning wheel
A restless spirit the streets reveal
Okada stories are Lagos creed.