Evans Asikoyo, the poet
Dear me, I see you there,
Heart worn yet full, strong and bare,
Born in shadows, humble and small,
You climbed alone, against the wall.
Through sleepless nights, long and cold,
With only dreams and grit to hold,
You marched on when funds ran thin,
With courage stitched deep within.
When voices doubted, cruel and loud,
And shadows lingered like a shroud,
You held your ground, though weary eyed,
Kept faith alive, and hope beside.
To all those days of silent tears,
To fears that grew with passing years,
I honor you—your strength, your fight,
Your will to reach the faintest light.
Dear me, you rose above the fray,
Pressed through when there seemed no way,
So here’s to you, for all you’ve done,
You walked alone, and yet—you won.
(Evans Asikoyo, the poet)
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