In the bustling streets of Lagos town,
A young lady with a smile of renown.
Her voice may be silent, but her hands speak,
In graceful movements, emotions peak.

With every gesture, she paints a tale,
Of love and laughter, of joy prevail.
Her eyes shine bright, her spirit pure,
A beacon of hope, forever sure.

In silence, she conquers hearts anew,
Her sign language, a masterpiece true.
Each motion, a melody to behold,
In her presence, all sorrows unfold.

In crowded rooms, she stands alone,
Yet never lonely, her presence known.
For those who see beyond words' confines,
Find solace in her silent signs.

With each flick of her wrist, a story's told,
Of dreams chased and hearts bold.
In her world, communication's art,
Where love flows freely, never to depart.

Oh, young Nigerian lady, with smile so bright,
Your sign language, a guiding light.
In your hands, the power to heal,
To make the broken whole, to make hearts feel.

So let us listen with eyes wide,
To the voiceless beauty by our side.
For in her silence, a symphony plays,
Of love and hope that never strays.
© Saighoe Francis Asilfie Kweku