Happy Workers Day

High Five to the Hand that Strives Applaud the palm that dares to strive; Blessings, near and far, will help you thrive. The hand grips tight, with fingers five; Collective will can bring dreams alive. Don’t fill your dish with empty speech; Cook what’s needed—enough of preach. Be a warlord, bold like Balogun, Roaming paths until the race is won. Not out of wedlock, but to fit a better angle— Shaping life where purpose and duty tangle. The lizard’s nod doesn’t mean all’s okay, But the hustle will surely pay one day. The baton in hand begins your victory relay; Success is the focus—so don’t delay