Dem no go understand. But we dey talk our talk softly, boldly, for those wey dey feel am for bone but the pencil don write wetin mouth no fit shout.
I just dey ask myself small-small:
โแนขรฉ I still dey safe here?โ
Because wetin we be no be wahala…
We be builders.
We dey fear quietly but our greatness no dey hide.
Some dey draw hope with pencil,
others dey code am for screen.
แปคfแปdแปฅ na caregivers wey dey sing lullaby with tired voice,
some na fathers wey dey carry double shift for chest. แปคfแปdแปฅ bแปฅ nurses, writers, engineers…
We dey work, dey give, dey try hold body.
We no be load … na gift we carry.
But fear don dey grow like silent breeze.
We sef get right to breathe and achieve our dream, abi?
Na we dey push dem forward…
Not just with leg, but with ego anyi.
We no come suffer…
We come sow. We don plant goodness allow us reap am…
make dem no harvest us with fear.
Adanne Chukwudi Udejiofor
www.ardarrhinspiring.com
