Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Every young African has a dream,
The very dream to get out of the poverty line;
Every dreamer has a dream,
Of dreams to prosper in life;
But, many die too young with their dreams.
It is in Africa where talents are bound,
It is in this place that we struggle to gain;
But, can we jump this fence from here?
One mortal, one number;
One man, one humdred;
We still have hopes to overcome.
One million-ways of visionaries to tap,
One thousand roses ot love to share with;
Like those of the Innovators and the Footballers.
Back to one mortal being,
Back to the days of struggle;
The Sate of Africa is entangled with poverty! !
Like a candle in the wind where,
The roses die too soon;
Every African is battling poverty.
But, can we juump this fence from here?
Rather teach a child how to fish than,
Giving the fish to eat always;
We still have this dream to overcome.