Busy people, crowded streets,
Happy faces masking feats,
Behind the calm is a wildfire.
Behind that smile you’ll find empty sighs.
Tired souls crying in silence
as injustice covers the scenes.
Where poverty lurks not in the dark
but in the spark of broad daylight,
With faded colors and scars
Only a victim can describe.
The flames that burns
away from prying eyes,
The lips that sing behind closed doors
where even cassava flakes
find no succour from the wrap
of flavoured scented stews.
A child born with joy
to a father with nothing to own,
Homes with mixed emotions,
Happiness fenced with walls of sadness,
A lot is hidden behind the scenes
of every home, smiles and tears
What keeps the soul in one piece
A soul with no hope in a stormy weather,
A thread of hope, a needle of chance
A stitch brimming with life
To hold its pieces together
The sun will shine again
At another chance, another day
About the Author
Woli Bukola Kafilah is a Nigerian based Scientist and writer who resides at Agunbiade area, sango, Ilorin, kwara state. She loves to read and play volleyball. She wants to bring to life the little things we as humanity might have given up on, help understand to see the beauty in the things that hurt us, hoping to reach someone so they know they are not alone.