UBANGIJI

Yeah. Look out the window, man — white snow as far as the eye can see.

Minus thirty outside, but my heart is still burning for home.

First-generation struggles, keeping my kids warm in this Canadian freeze,

but my mind is drifting back to the red dust — to Kaduna, to Jos.

For every soldier of light holding the line: don't relent, don't fold. Listen.

The wind howls through Ontario, frost on my window pane,

but my spirit's in the Middle Belt, walking through the rain.

We keep the fire burning while the winter tries to freeze us,

spitting Bible wisdom, standing flat-footed for Jesus.

Ephesians 6, we buckle up the truth, we don't retreat,

marching through the snowbanks with the gospel on our feet.

To every soldier in the field: the battle belongs to God.

Hold your shield of faith high even when the path is hard.

The crown of life is waiting — look ahead, don't look behind.

Keep your eyes on the heavens, leave the darkness of the mind.

We fight the good fight, we don't relent, we don't complain,

through the freezing cold or the burning desert pain.

Pour a little water for the souls that we lost,

banditry and insurgency — we calculate the cost.

In Southern Kaduna the soil is crying from the blood,

mourning for the innocent washed away in the flood.

Massacres in Plateau, families torn at the seams,

terror in the nighttime, stealing everybody's dreams.

We weep for the fallen, let the tears hit the floor,

but we don't mourn like those who have no hope anymore.

Revelation 21 — He wipes the tears from my eyes,

no more pain, no more sorrow under heavenly skies.

Rest in peace to the martyrs, your memory remains

while we navigate the freeze and the psychological chains.

Now let a holy calm descend, let the violence cease,

I'm calling for the progress, the prosperity and peace.

From the North to the Middle Belt, let the healing begin,

let the love of the Creator wash away the tribal sin.

Southern Kaduna, rise up. Plateau State, stand tall.

We want a better tomorrow, safety covering us all.

No more weaponized division, let the communities heal —

from the diaspora in Canada, this is truly how I feel.

The 90s beat bounces, but the message is profound,

we planting seeds of restoration in the native ground.

The winter might be cold, but the future's looking bright —

keep on marching, saints, we walking into the light.

Yeah. Peace to the homeland. From the Great White North.

We still pray for the sun to shine on Nigeria.

Family, don't relent. Don't relent. From the freeze.

God bless the soldiers.