Bucket Hat Don Waka

Where you dey? Where you dey?
My bucket hat don waka, where you dey?

Friday for the field, wristband yellow on my hand
You borrow my bucket hat, say, "Two minutes, I go stand"
Now I reach Stall Number One, they point me to Number Four
At Stall Number Four, dem swear you pass Number Two door
Chinedu shout, "Left!" Aisha shout, "Right!"
Bode say, "Behind the stage!" then vanish from my sight
My phone don die, one percent, it choose today to rest
Dust dey enter my slippers, I'm searching for my best

Where you dey? Where you dey?
My bucket hat don waka, where you dey?
If you see her, wave your hand
Tell that fine girl, I dey scan

Step to the left, tap-tap, turn around
Hat on her head, but she no dey found
Step to the left, tap-tap, call her name
Everybody join me, make we play this game

Then the whistle cut the air, every dancer freeze
Somebody start the question, now the whole crowd answer me
"Where you dey?" from the food stand, "Where you dey?" by the gate
Red wristband, green wristband, everybody speculate
I climb one empty crate, announce it to the sky
"Who dey wear my hat?" and the crowd reply, "Not I!"
A little girl point backward, but the drummer pulls me round
The question get a rhythm, now it's shaking up the ground

Where you dey?
We no know!
Yellow band?
We no know!
Stall Number?
Ask the dust!
My hat?
Check your heart—no, check behind!

Kick go quiet, bass go low, I hear one tiny laugh
Camera light blink twice behind me, then she taps my back
She been filming every detour, every wrong direction
My bucket hat tilt on her head, queen of misdirection
She say, "You search the whole festival, but never turn around"
I say, "You owe me one cold drink—and teach me that step now"

Where you dey? Where you dey?
Right behind me with my hat all day
If you see her, wave your hand
She was filming while I scan

Step to the left, tap-tap, turn around
Found my hat, found my girl, hear the crowd sound
Where you dey? Right here!