Wizkid to the world

A Star from Nigeria** In Lagos’ heart where the rhythms flow, A boy named Wizkid began to grow, With dreams as bright as the morning sun, He sought a path where his song was spun. From streets alive with the beats of life, He danced through joy and he danced through strife, His voice a beacon, a soulful sound, A melody rich, where hope is found. With Afrobeat in his veins so deep, In every note, his spirit leaps, From “Ojuelegba” to the world so wide, He carries the fire, a nation’s pride. His sounds unite both young and old, In vibrant tales, his magic’s told, In every chorus, a story shared, Of love, of dreams, of souls laid bare. Through rhythms that echo the stars above, He sings of passion, of peace, of love, With every concert, the crowds they swell, In every heart, he casts his spell. Nigerian pride in each beat anew, A tapestry woven of colors and hues, Wizkid, the artist, the voice of the street, In every heartbeat, his music’s sweet. So let us raise our voices high, For Wizkid's songs will never die, In every note, he brings us near, A cherished sound we hold so dear.