Sons and daughters, you're the reason
I enjoy my sojourn in this sapience season
Where my mind and yours we sharpen
With your questions that dig deeper to open
My development to possibilities and potentials of hallowed heights
Enabling my cognition to overcome fights
Otherwise deemed impossible
Your collaboration made possible
Soaring our collaborative and cooperative cognition
As your eager intellectual ignition
Spurred us and our brainy bus
To scale past futile fuss
Cos you and I
Cooperated without the cry of reasons why
Building Zambia's human capital
Rewards and redeems strains that on our lives took a tender toll.
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