Voices Of Dhor

As a leader, anything that you think to be doing for others but it benefit is personal.. should be considered as self–interest.

Burkina Faso 🇧🇫 President Ibrahim Traoré has announced a bold plan to unify the African continent under a single system.

He said he wants to create the United States of Africa, where all African countries will come together as one.

In his plan, there will be a single government system, a unified currency called Afro Money, and a single African passport.

All Africans will be able to travel freely without visas. He also said the wealth of Africa should be shared equally among all countries, so no one is left behind.

However, not all African leaders agree with this idea.

Your thoughts on this African time

"Whispers of You"

I don’t know how it started, just a glance or two,
But since that moment, I’ve been quietly drawn to you.
You carry the sunrise within your gentle smile,
And I find myself dreaming, lingering there a while.

Your laughter — like petals that dance in the breeze,
Soft as a secret, and sweeter than peace.
In a world full of faces, loud and untrue
Somehow it’s only ever been you.

I stumble on words when I see your nature
Heart writing verses that justify our future
If only you knew the glow that you spark,
The light that you leave in the wake of the dark.

I don’t ask for forever, or even a name,
Just a chance at a moment — however it came.
To tell you you're lovely in ways you don't see,
And hope there's a space in your heart — maybe for me.

I wish Dhieu Alam S.S a successful participation at Lakes State Debaters quarter finals.

" CRIMES in the CITY"

Children dream behind rusted gates,
While bullets rewrite the hands of fate.
A woman cries through a bolted door,
Her voice drowned in the city's roar.

Pockets are emptied, not just of gold,
But of safety, stories, and souls grown old.
Knives speak louder than prayers at night,
And justice shivers beyond the light.

Police lights spin like carnival sins,
But mercy loses, and the shadow wins.
A boy with dreams too sharp for sleep
Now lies in chalk, forever deep.

The preacher sighs in his broken pew,
He’s buried more than just the few.
Graves bloom faster than the flowers grow,
And no one dares to ask or know.

Majak Sr