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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Tattered Dreams

They played the part yet plot the pact. Instead of repair, they lead in the shadow to rip the earth; Our gods are not to blame but them. They have betrayed our ancestors, Posterity can wait no longer. Arriving from yonder, they have come to judge our every move, To the letter in every decision backing our move. Dear Mother, my honour is stained and tattered! To where has my father departed? It seems our collective dream has shattered, The pieces pierced our feet and bruised our skin. My siblings' wail but the elders make merry. Our village is lurking around wealth, But our daily bread is locked up in the vault. We dread treading the path to revolt, And gathering momentum outgrow our ill-health. This is not the future we dreamed of. Our dreams, precious like the mineral that has taken our place now. The elders paraded the corners of my street with pseudo promises. We’d believed for a moment but our springs quickly dried up, And they silently masterminded the raid to rip our homes...

International Movement of Catholic Students (IMCS) PAX ROMANA,Ghana Federation

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Until death beckons

Life and death the inseparable pair In the former, all is fair Beyond the latter, we despair Ironically, some think otherwise The former and latter each happen once Whether fair or despair, we exist to pay the price From cradle to grave We live, both the fainthearted and the brave Life and death are a must Move on, Press on, Live on Rise up and grind hard Take that bold step Be carefree, fear no mistakes Be grateful, stay faithful Growth fruitful, live happily Forgiving and Believing We may live long but we die in a dash Then everything will disappear in a flash Smile when you can and blush if need be Let's share the laughter Before dreams shatter And we don't matter anymore Hence, let our today matter more We have much, so life and death expect much in equal measure. Until death beckons, be life's beacon! Credit: Etsy

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