In the quiet glow of a midnight screen,
Where cities sleep but signals dream,
A thousand voices cross the night
On silent waves of coded light.
Once we wrote with ink and time,
Pressing truth in careful lines,
Paper carried distant thought
Through roads and dust the morning brought.
But now the world is held in hand,
A universe we barely planned;
A spark of code, a spark of mind,
And suddenly the world’s aligned.
From Lagos streets to Joburg skies,
Ideas rise where courage lies,
Young dreamers craft tomorrow’s art
With keyboards beating like a heart.
Innovation hums below
The rhythm only dreamers know,
A continent awake at last,
Not bound to shadows of the past.
For every voice that dares to speak,
For every future bold and sleek,
The pulse of progress will remain—
A quiet signal in the brain.
And somewhere in the digital sea
A story waits for you and me.
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