Mama say, ọmọ mi, take your time Road no dey run from anybody Papa tap him cup for table slow Say “small tree no dey teach old forest” Sunday dust on the balcony rail Radio dey play old Rex Lawson low Uncle for parlour dey sip him tea Talking story from before I know He say “Person wey no hear word go jam wall” Everybody laugh like e be song But my body wan waka different road Still I smile and nod along Ya still I smile Easy, easy, make I find my way No be fight, no be run away I still hear the elders when dem call my name But river no fit flow the same Easy, easy, no vex for me I dey carry home inside my feet If I bend small, make I stand small too Abeg, make I live my truth Sunday dust on the balcony rail Radio dey play old Rex Lawson low Uncle for parlour dey sip him tea Talking story from before I know Aunty say “When you go marry now?” Everybody laugh around the rice One girl from church dey smile too hard Like them don arrange my life Still a bird wey never test him wing No go know where breeze dey go Where breeze dey go? Easy, easy, make I find my way No be fight, no be run away I still hear the elders when dem call my name But river no fit flow the same Easy, easy, no vex for me I dey carry home inside my feet If I bend small, make I stand small too Abeg, make I live my truth I no dey throw away the stories Or the prayer Mama know I just dey ask if love still fit grow When choice fit also grow Easy, easy… Make I find my way Make I find my way - Mama says, my child, take your time The road isn’t running away from anyone Papa taps his cup slowly on the table Says, “A young tree doesn’t teach an old forest” Sunday dust on the balcony rail The radio plays old Rex Lawson softly Uncle in the living room sips his tea Telling stories from before I was born He says, “A person who won’t listen to advice will run into a wall” Everybody laughs as though it were a song But I want to walk a different road Still, I smile and nod along Yeah, still I smile Easy, easy, let me find my way It’s not a fight, I’m not running away I still hear the elders when they call my name But a river can’t always flow the same way Easy, easy, don’t be angry with me I carry home with me wherever I go If I bend a little, let me stand up for myself a little too Please, let me live my truth Sunday dust on the balcony rail The radio plays old Rex Lawson softly Uncle in the living room sips his tea Telling stories from before I was born Aunty says, “When are you going to get married?” Everybody laughs around the rice One girl from church is smiling a little too eagerly As though they’ve already planned my life But a bird that has never tested its wings Will never know where the breeze might take it Where might the breeze take it? Easy, easy, let me find my way It’s not a fight, I’m not running away I still hear the elders when they call my name But a river can’t always flow the same way Easy, easy, don’t be angry with me I carry home with me wherever I go If I bend a little, let me stand up for myself a little too Please, let me live my truth I’m not throwing away the stories Or the prayers Mama knows I’m only asking whether love can still grow When freedom of choice is allowed to grow too Easy, easy… Let me find my way Let me find my way
