When We Are...

When we are young,
Lagos sun on our backs,
We chase danfo dreams
through noisy streets,
Laughing loud like market women at noon.
When we are bold,
we speak without fear,
Our voices rising like church hallelujahs,
Faith stitched into every heartbeat.

When we are tired,
we rest by the roadside,
counting small wins
like evening change.
When we are broke,
we still dance,
because sorrow cannot
silence our drums.

When we are together,
we become fire,
Stories, strength, stubborn hope.
And when we are us,
Nothing—not even tomorrow—
can defeat us.
We rise again,
like dawn over our
father's land.

Oh! Yes!
That's when we are strong,
when we can be anything
and everything altogether,
when we are thriving and
craving a better future,
when we are waiting and
hoping for a better tomorrow.
When we are us.

Hive account@hive-161465 and Hive account@moeknows, I hope this poem finds you in peace and in good health.

THE IMAGE IS MINE

SEE YOU SOON WITH MORE POETIC EXPERIENCES.✌️🙏♥️🫂