In Nigeria's grip, a youth now grown,
Thirty years, a heart heavy as stone.
Dreams nurtured in the halls of lore,
Now dashed on shores of jobless shore.
Degrees framed, accolades worn,
Yet job markets remain forlorn.
Inflation's tide, relentless surge,
Wages stagnant, hopes on verge.
Family waits with hungry eyes,
Mouths to feed beneath the skies.
Responsibility a heavy cloak,
Wrapped tight, it's hard to evoke.
Days of searching, nights of despair,
Resilience tested, beyond repair?
But in the heart, a flicker stays,
Hope whispers through the darkest days.
For in this struggle, kinship thrives,
Love's currency keeps dreams alive.
Community, a steadfast hand,
Together, against odds we stand.
Though paths are rough, and times are tough,
Faith blooms amidst the storm's rebuff.
A youth at thirty, with dreams so vast,
Will find his anchor, steadfast at last.
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Comments (4)
Let keep our hope hight
True facts.. love the rhyming pattern
Days of searching, nights of despair This for me👍
Indeed the paths are rough