We watch charts flicker green on screens in dimly lit trading rooms, cheers erupting
We peer over parental shoulders at glowing screens where young eyes wander into unsafe
We sit with mothers in bustling Nairobi clinics, hands clasped around loved ones during
We hear cleats pounding turf in distant training grounds, cheers rising from women defying
We hear the distant whine of grounded jets on tarmacs, families clutching tickets to
We envision mothers in sun baked villages portioning meager sorghum handfuls to wide eyed
We imagine tiny fingers swiping through feeds not meant for innocent eyes, parents hearts
We walk fresh paved streets in burgeoning neighborhoods, the hum of construction crews fading