OMABA IN DIASPORA

Some people left Obimo years ago. Some crossed states. Some crossed countries. Some have not witnessed Omaba in decades. Yet the moment these masquerades appear… the moment the drums begin to speak… they are home again. Because home is not only a place. Home is the dust beneath our feet. The songs we grew up hearing. The traditions that remind us who we are. Years may pass. The world may change. But some things remain. And every appearance of Omaba reminds us that our story is still being written. 🏺 Obimo lives on.