05/06/2025
I came from streets where the hustle hums,
Where Onitsha’s fire never sleeps nor slums.
Posted far, to Warji land,
Where silence stretches, wide and grand.
My first day came with nerves and heat,
And at the lodge, I found kind feet.
It was Daniel—the CLO then,
A brotherly smile, a guide among men.
He said, “Relax, light comes with ease,
This town stays bright—you’ll live in peace.”
But months went on, the current died…
A year has passed, we still abide.
Yet Daniel, though he knew the tale,
Stood with a heart that would not fail.
And then came one whose name rings clear,
Dannykizz, who drew me near.
No place to sleep, no meal to share,
But he and his Corper girl were there.
They gave me food, they gave me rest,
And in their home, I found my best.
Through acts of grace, through helping hands,
I found new roots in northern lands.
With orange vest and steady pace,
I walked each path with quiet grace.
Through swaying grass, day after day,
To where young minds would learn their way.
No markers bright, no walls with art—
But children came with open heart.
One morning, in the dust’s embrace,
Amina knelt, her tiny face
Lit with joy, her finger drew
Letters in sand she somehow knew.
No books, no chalk—just dreams and sand,
Yet she was learning where she’d stand.
And from that sight, my soul was stirred,
To give my time, my heart, my word.
Beyond the bell, I taught with pride,
While lanterns lit the night inside.
My CDS team, with love and might,
Turned borrowed books into a light.
And so that photo—grass and vest—
