Laughing on wounds

 Stretching bleeding arms to help 

This is the Sanga, where men are made

Where pain wears perfume

 And hunger puts on courage 

Where broken boys learn to bury tears

Where the weak get tested

 And the strong get tempted

 Where survival comes before respect

I have seen empty pockets

 Give more than golden hands

 I have seen rich hearts die poor

Here, kindness walks barefoot

 While betrayal rides in convoy

 And loyalty sleeps with one eye open

I help the ones who hustle 

The ones who bleed in silence 

The ones who still share their last

I carry no saviour badge

 I am just a man with scars 

Trying not to become the wound

Some need a hand 

Some need a warning 

Some need the truth without sugar

I pull men from the gutter

 But I don't carry their pride

 A rescued man must learn to stand

I know the taste of struggle 

The smell of desperate nights

 The silence after a failed prayer

My family sees a future 

My pocket sees a battle 

My shoulders carry both

They want a son who makes it 

A name that outlives struggle

 A home where lack won't knock

I carry my mother's prayers 

Like armour beneath my shirt 

Even when my faith walks limping

My father's hope sits heavy

 In the silence of my failure

 I must become more than potential

I dream of little footsteps 

Running freely through my house

Never learning fear from hunger

My children must inherit vision

 Not the wounds I never healed

 Not the debts my silence buried

I want to father with patience

 Not the anger life taught me 

Not the absence I survived

Let my children know my lap

 Before they learn my sacrifices 

Let my voice feel safer than the world

I want to be their shelter 

Not the storm they escape

 Their first definition of home

But the road demands payment 

Some risks wear familiar faces 

Some graves begin with one brave step

I take risks in silence 

Drinking palm wine with Death

And nobody knows the distance

Some nights, I fight tomorrow 

With a body tired of today Still,

 I rise before the sun

Who sees the man trembling? 

Who asks what courage costs? 

Who holds the hands that hold everybody?

I am the man they lean on 

The son expected to deliver 

The brother hiding his own hunger

I am the man, sister, mother, daughter and wife will be proud to have 

Not because I never fall 

But because I rise without selling my soul

A man with room for tenderness 

A heart that does not fear responsibility 

A backbone that does not bend to evil

I want my name to mean safety 

My presence to mean peace 

My absence to leave love behind

Who I help? 

The fallen who still fight

 The wounded who refuse to wound

The hungry who still share 

The broken who still build

 The lost who still seek home

But don't mistake my heart For a place to dump your darkness 

Even open doors have locks

This is the Sanga 

Where men are made 

And pretenders are unmasked

I help who I can 

and where my strength reaches 

I won't drown to prove I can swim.