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Rekindling the African child

Tender hearts are woven with change
I am young, I am a catalyst for change

They are a promising generation zealous for change
I have a heart linking up to many hearts
My heart beats for the young who have been unconsciously tagged hopeless
I desire to rekindle the light in the hearts of the young with hope
I am inspired by the beating hearts of the younger generation

We are young at the heart but they have tender and adaptive hearts
They are eager to be empowered as they grow in will and capabilities
We are inspired as we desire to transform the future of these young children from now
We are formed, shaped and filled with passion to embark on this mission
And specially engineered to fulfill the purpose and achieve this vision
We are the embodiment of solutions for the advancement of our generation

Can you possibly imagine that future built from this present if there are no viable resources?
What is it worth if the gap still remains as it was and it’s not bridged to the future?
Would the future really be bright as the society describes it?
Would that mean injustice has been reserved for them?

There and then, we would shower blames to the elite in the society
Because we believed they have not done their part of the social responsibility
Yet, there’s a way out of this mess, we have commenced
They are entitled to that wonderful and promising future
And so at young at heart, we desire to inspire
Empowering African children to Explore, Learn, Design and Create with Computers

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