OUR COUNTRY My brother... How did we get here? Where a mother says, "God, just let my child come back home today..." ...and that's enough prayer. We wake up every morning... not because life is easy... but because giving up is not an option. We've seen tears nobody talks about. We've seen blood wash away with the rain... while people just shake their heads and say, "Na so e be." We've buried dreams before they even had a chance to grow. We've watched power speak... while the ordinary man keeps quiet. Not because he has nothing to say... But because he's tired. Too tired. Yet... Watch us. We still greet our neighbours. We still hustle. We still laugh. We still share the little food we have. That's who we are. You can wound our bodies... but don't mistake our kindness for weakness. One day... These same streets will remember that we never stopped believing. Until then... We'll keep praying. We'll keep building. We'll keep singing. Because no matter how hard they try... they can never steal the spirit of the people. This is not just a country. This is our home. This is OUR COUNTRY.