Okrika is pride land
A land of promise.
Here people tread on blessed Sand
And tourist never a shot miss.
In this plain where eagles rest
And children feed well on mothers breast
Neighbours don’t even for once
In times of peace or war
Rest from thoughts to pounce
On free land dressed to lure.
This island of massive safety
A home that survive on love
Where kings stroll in royalty
And honour derived from where they strove.
When even the heads of the strong bow
In respect and regard to the great
Though warriors from every angle prow
To defend on purpose and create
An aura of joy required but not predicted
A cave of mastery content not reverted.
Okrika my land of choice
The home of chosen saints
Separated for poise
Without visible constraints.
Our fathers never die
And our mothers never sleep
They uphold the customs & firmly retie
The nuts that refrain us to slip.
To be born free to Okrika
Your hands must be pure
As expressed by the seeker
The lands only exist to cure.
We are still here standing tall and strong
With many that despise our worth
For every reason, they state us wrong
Their claims only stir God’s wrath.
Okrika, that’s my home town
Friend, from whence did you evolve?
I adore the Iwo family totem
And all the parent nine tribes
Within still emerge the best of scribes
Our differences we quickly resolve.
We live, we live on and never die
We defend the cause of our tribe
Even when beneath the earth we lie
At home in Okrika, souls stroll free with pride.
Sokari Hellen Ariniatorudikieke