September 2026

I carry many roads inside my feet,

Yet none of them knows the way home.

When Your quiet breath walks beside me,

Even the longest night remembers the morning.

The old people say:

"Mmiri anaghị echefu isi iyi ya"

(A river never forgets its source.)

So my heart returns again and again,

Because every soul becomes thirsty far from its beginning.

There are voices that shine like bright fire,

But they leave only cold ashes behind.

Your truth speaks like a small village lamp,

And one little light is enough for a lost traveller.

Teach my hands the work that brings peace.

Teach my mouth the words that heal wounds.

If I follow only my own shadow, I will miss the path;

If I follow Your light, even my weakness will sing.

The elders whisper, "Sankofa."

(An Akan word meaning:

“Go back and take what is good”)

So I return, not to my old fear,

But to the love that has never stopped waiting for me.

When my last sunset folds into silence,

Let my name rest like dry seed in good soil.

Let every hour I have ever lived say one quiet thing:

I was never strong alone,

But I was never alone with You.