I leave my village, like dust carried by the wind, Carrying dreams wrapped in old cloth, The river whispers goodbye, As the earth beneath my feet turns foreign. The sun is different here, it seems colder, And the streets speak in tongues I don’t know. But I carry the warmth of home in my chest, […]
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I walk between worlds, One made of concrete and glass, while the other is made of clay and fire, Each step is a dance between who I am, And who they were. I speak in two languages, One forged in the heat of the city, The other woven in the songs of elders, Echoing in
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She walks, Barefoot on dreams, dressed in strength, Colorful as the kente clothe, Her spirit flowing like a river through time. She carries the weight of expectations, Straddling the edge of tradition, With modernity pulling at her hem. Her voice resounds like a drum in the silence, Echoing through marketplaces and boardrooms, Shattering the chains
You stand, dressed in your fine agbada, Hands raised high, promises as dense as smoke, You say it’s for the people, But your words turn to ash before they land. We see the bags of gold you hide, Behind the mansion’s gates, behind your lies. The wealth you take, not yours alone, But ours, the
