A festival of yam
A celebration of hard work
A day of relaxation
A day of harvest for the farmers
The Igedes long for this day
For this day commence the eating of yam
Longing for the blue, white and blue attire
Longing for omokwu the village masquerade
Longing for new friends and lovers
Comes visitors from Diasporas
It entails brotherhood to us
It entails love and unity
It entails the survival of a race
It entails our continuity
The story of our making
A culture of our heritage
A pride inside of us
From sunrise to sunset
It is eating, drinking and celebration
From the village square omokwu entertain us
Every corner witness dancers
From mothers kitchen come new aroma
The sound of mortar is heard everywhere
Eriba the best palm wine tapper longs for this day
Ikong our warrior wrestle many down
The children await it like a groom awaits his bride
No moment goes unnoticed
To every Igede son, we know this date
We know it than our birth
The events are unforgettable
The pictures indelible
It is worth waiting for day and night
We worship and adore this day
Igede agba – the festival of yam.