We have seen them fight for lives We have seen them fight beyond their own struggles We have seen them fight for survival , revival and existence , We have seen them die silently without hate.
From the rise of the sun, The sight of dawn's early light A father wakes with battles unsettled With a heart full of dreams and hands that ache, He faces the day with a bright face To provide, to love, even in bustling space .
From dawn till dusk, he fights and forges Through deadly fields and streets , in work he engaged Sweat on his brow , yet he finds the way To make ends meet , day after day, moments after moments... But for who ?
"For village, for city, for home, for kin, Dis papa no dey tire, no dey give in, He go face di wahala, no matter di case, To provide for him pikin "ei pikin dem" , for bring dem grace for this place".
With fierce dedication, he finds his stride, Though the road is rough and tough, he won’t hide, In the heart of Africa, under the sun and rain bright flames, He nurtures his child(ren), teaching life’s games.
Faithful and firm, in his footsteps they walk, Learning from him, in actions far from talk, Through famine and fortune, they stand side by side, In laughter and tears, with hearts open wide.
With fire in his spirit, he fights for their fate, Through failures and fears, he stays straight, A father’s love, fierce and unfailing, In the face of life's storms, always prevailing.
They find joy in simple pleasures, in nature’s embrace, In the rhythm of drums, in the smiles on each face, Together they forge a future so bright, Guided by love, they conquer the night.
"For village, for city, for home, for kin, Dis papa no dey tire, no dey give in, He go face di wahala, no matter di case, To provide for him pikin "ei pikin dem" , for bring dem grace for this place".
So here's to the fathers, in every land, With strong, steady hearts and guiding hands, May your struggles be few, your triumphs be very great even in height In the story of life, you hold the weight.
Emiliene Atabong