The bio file of Windie-Storm Ohimiri for the song 'If We Must Die'.

 

It all started many years ago at a traveling local dance troupe performance. The mesmerizing 'Atuilogwu' dance came to my step-father’s village, Ichi of Nnewi. The village square was our theater. The civil war was still being fought. The boy that was to become Windie-Storm Ohimiri was totally taken  by the soul-sweetening acrobatics of the young dancers. His first crush was a beautifully dancing  Atuilogwu girl, one of the troupe.

 

Fast forward to some years after the war in which Nigeria resisted the Biafran secession. Now resident in Lagos, Windie-Storm was exposed to various recorded music like highlife music, juju music, cultural music of various tribes, reggae, jazz, disco, funk, country and pop from both his dad's gramophone player and the airwaves. In addition, at school Miss Martyr Hall (MBE) and Miss Patricia Green always played the piano. That was at Atunda-Olu School, Surulere, Lagos. Something about music always pulled him like a prophecy going to fulfill.

 

He went into boarding school at Government College,Ketu intending to prepare to be a medical doctor, but instead got infected by the music bug which almost botched the whole trip of going to college. Thanks to the saving counsel of Mr. Seckley, the school's music teacher. Nevertheless, music was determined to have him, or let him be nothing else.

 

Whilst returning from a visit to Mr. Seckley off the school grounds one day, with p o p (plaster of Paris) on his foot, supported by crutches for a recent corrective surgery, Windie-Storm sat on the small Ketu village bridge to rest before continuing back to the school. He made this pact with God on that bridge, on that day: "O my God, if you truly want me to take the path of music encourage me by making me better and giving me songs to write. However, if you do not, please discourage me and let the songs not come.

God encouraged him all right. Songs poured out through him like rain every day. From dreams,  from seemingly song-less experiences and from imagination…songs flowed. In the early days, they came more than three in a day, like an addiction.

 

Now, those songs do not let Windie-Storm rest, demanding to be let out to the world.

Powered by anxiety for fleeting time and his faith in God, who gave his songs, Windie-Storm, the forgotten, braves up for a Cinderella moment to again release this song written years ago, H 'If We Must Die' to encourage and inspire the world at a time like this, this crossroad time, in the light of the threat to our life from mis-governance, intolerance, abuse, exploitation, racial distrust and now, the Covid pandemic.

Should we just lay down and die?!

Store links to get the song: 

1.       https://music.yandex.ru/album/11422416

2.       https://music.amazon.in/artists/B08CXSL6KB/windie-storm-ohimiri

3.       https://www.boomplaymusic.com/share/artist/14098115?srModel

4.       https://open.spotify.com/track/0ccPp9OiaeS9bLdD9jRJ9n

5.       https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca-9iYtPkW0

6.       https://vk.com/artist/windie_stormohimiri

7.       https://audiomack.com/ohimiri/song/if-we-must-die-windie-storm-ohimiri

https://it.7digital.com/artist/windie-storm/release/if-we-must-die-12318999R

#IfWeMustDie #Music #TheForgotten #Cinderella #Atuilogwu

E Ji Mu Ofor: #EjiMuOfor I Am Blameless ( My New Song Coming Out On Stores From 12th October)

People might think I am daft pouring out songs in this Corona time without calculations.

No, am not nuts! I really don't care. I have too many songs in the que, I just want my life's work out there at least documented, even if in the clouds!

I am not singing for food, but it will be sweet to get some reward for the sweat of my youthful days.

Here is the lyrics to the IGBO song.

My friend and Producer who played and produced the song, Smyl UFUOMA Ebah believes this song will endear me to my grassroot. 

I wrote it, didn't I? Sure, I love my IGBO race, but I also love for everyone to understand what am singing about.

So, I have my IGBO lyrics script followed by the translation into English. Mark you, I was grately assisted by Google Translate to derive this beautiful translation. I merely edited the atimes laughable Google translation.

Keep your eyes on the road with this. The song is already being processed by the stores.

If you miss my subsequent update just search "eji mu ofor by windie-storm ohimiri" on Google and you will be sure to get a store link to stream or download from.

Here goes:

E Ji Mu Ofor

(Shabudubaydah! Oooooooo)

A cho ghi mu nsogbu o

A chokwa ghi m’ekene

N’ebe nna ‘galu onwem n’iloo ee

I si mu iya t’afukwa:

 

   E ji mu ofor o   

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o!                    2ce

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji kwa lu ngi ofor o!

 

I magh’ ebe nsi abia e

I magh’ etu nsi adaghari

Oke na a t’azu m’e lee ehe

O gini ka nmere gi?  (ooh yea!)

 

Chorus

(Shabudubaybah!)

Ihe obuna bu nkem’ o yee!

I si n’o nya kacha gi

I gbuchie ihu mu, I gbuchie azum’ lee eh!

I si n’o ngi na chi mu oo! Heehey!

 

   E ji mu ofor o      

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o!       (Take me back, take me back, take me back there)   

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji kwa lu ngi ofor o!    (Onye y’chetalum’ ife nmere ya eee)

   E ji mu ofor o   

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o!               (Na ngo na nbana, onwer’ onye nmere ife obuna)

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji kwa lu ngi ofor o!           (Aka mu d’ocha n’ enuwa a ee)

   E ji mu ofor o   

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o!                  (Ndu mu du ka nmiri, onye g’ aju mee?)

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji kwa lu ngi ofor o!        (E nwer’ om echuche ojoo ‘buna ee!)

   E ji mu ofor o                      (ooooooohouo)

   E ji mu ofor o                       (Shabudubaydah!)

   E ji mu ofor o!                    (Oooohohoouoooo)

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji mu ofor o

   E ji kwa lu ngi ofor o!

 

 The TranslationTo English:

E Ji Mu Ofor (I Am Blameless)

(Shabudubaydah! Oooooooo)

I don't want any trouble
I also do not want your salutations

Going along on the road just minding myself
You said I’ve done the unthinkable!

I am blameless
I am blameless
I am blameless! 2ce
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am standing blameless to you!

You do not know where I am coming from
You do not know how I have been falling about
O rat nibbling on my fish,
What did I do to you? (ooh yea!)

Chorus

(Shabudubaybah!)

Everything that belongs to me

You say that is just what you want

You block my front, you block my rear

You are a real spit fire! Heehey!

I am blameless
I am blameless
I am blameless! (Take me back, take me back, take me back there)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am standing blameless to you! (Who can remind me what I have done against them?)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am blameless! (On mountains and valleys, there is no one I have done wrong.)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am standing blameless to you! (My hands are clean in this world)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am bameless! (My life is like water, who can refuse me?)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am standing blameless to you! (I have no idea, not of any guilt!)
E ji mu ofor o (ooooooohouo)
E ji mu ofor o (Shabudubaydah!)
I am blameless! (Oooohohoouoooo)
I am blameless
I am blameless
I am standing blameless to you!

 

Remembering My First Album : Showdown

 Thanking God for continuing life.

How life goes.

Indeed, if God doesn't keep us we can't keep ourselves.

When an artist is everything to himself it's hard to foresee things that can mar your outing.

I launched this my first set of songs released on the Saturday preceding the Abiola election of 1992.

The rumble that followed for years effectively saw to it that it never lifted. The album is probably in the archives of FRCN and Voice of Nigeria waiting resurrection.

Thanks to Boniface Onugwu, Fayiga and Patrick Doyle.

I won't quit till I am on Broadway!

I won't quit till am on the Milky-way!

If We Must Die

#IfWeMustDie

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If We Must Die : When Making It To The Next Day Is A Great Blessing

It is beyond my wildest thought that I would record a song this year 2020, of all years. This is a time in life when making it to the next day is taken as a great blessing. Any unguarded contact with our fellow humans can be our eviction from the Earth.

Still, we must interact with ourselves or we wither and die, anyhow. How can a world be where we have to isolate from one another?! We can't touch, we can't feel each other's breath on our skin; we can't hug!

Like Arrows In the Hand Of A Warrior

Psalms 127 verse 4 says, 

' Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one's youth.'

I was reading a book that referenced this verse of scripture, and suddenly I was inspired to think on it beyond child bearing.

Fruits of our youth are also the enterprises, meaning activities, of our youthful years. Our creativities, our constructive engagement, our choices as youths. All of these in our maturing years prove to be for us like arrows are in the hands of a warrior.

They will prove useful enablement, solutions and equipment to face the days to come.

So, no matter how anxious tomorrow may look, if we have been constructively productive in our youth we will very likely have something to reach back in time for, to use and prevail with through time, if we would be courageous.

It makes sense the more now when 

in Ecclesiastes 9 verse 10a it was written

' Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all your might...'

Our products created in our youths will, as opportunity presents give us a pool of resources to draw from and use to effectively participate in the evolving times of civilization, if we still live and are not too timid to show up.