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God’s Love Dogbey — Markets of Tomorrow by Dennis

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God’s Love Dogbey — Markets of Tomorrow

Afrobeat

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Thank you.)
From a mud-brick kitchen, where the dawn smells a maze,
A boy counts pennies, studies plans on torn pages.
God's love, Dogbey, folds his sleeve, ties hope to a pen,
And maps out a market where the road meets the bend.
He tallies microloans in a battered schoolroom chair,
Teaches women ledgers, shows the farmers how to care.
He trades stories, signs a paper under the acacia shade,
A handshake, a little stamp, a seed crate on the way.
Shoreline, steady breath, he moves like a plan.
Small steps, big doors, he opens them by hand.
He builds markets from the dirt.
He turns small coins into tall roots.
A training center, a pump, a lane to train.
God's love, Dogbey, name we sing, hope made in the shade.
Dogbey, Dogbey.
He walks the market road, counts crates of cassava gold,
Neon chalk on cardboard, price is fair, not sold.
Negotiates with an elder, folds his worry into plans,
Signs a loan for a tailor, teaches two boys how to stand.
A solar pump hums beside the yam field, one bright morn.
He taught the farmer how to test the soy before the corn.
A microloan, a trading class, to a tin roof store front glow.
The town learned to trust the small promises he sold.
Shorelines, sharper breath, the ledger talks back.
Numbers become ladders on poverty's crack track.
He builds markets from the dirt.
He walks the market road, he stitches credit to a woman's hand.
Credit from training centers to the roadside stands.
God's love, Dogbey, market bells ring, children train.
Dogbey, Dogbey.
There was a dry season, the river cracked like a drum.
A loan defaulted and the future looked numb.
He sat by the pump and counted every failed plan.
Night's sweat on his brow, ledger folded in his hands.
Then he gathered the teachers, the tailors, the girls with braids.
They fixed the drip line, re-sewed nets, reopened the trades.
A buyer came from the city, saw order, there was grit.
Signed for a shipment and the town felt the tide shift.
He built markets from the dirt.
He walked the market road, he turned small coins into tall roofs.
A training center, a pump, a lane to trade.
God's love, Dogbey, name we sing, hope made in the shade.
Dogbey, Dogbey.
He built markets.
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