Journey to the Stars, NaPoWriMo'25 Stomp the Prompt Comp

To the girl who froze, yes, like stew in the fridge,
Once danced in jollof sun, now strides a snowy ridge.
Yet still she flies, feathered fierce and rare,
Because every day na another day to dare.

I remember: how you used to wake up at midnight,
Clatter in the flame-lit room,
Spices rising like war chants in smoky bloom,
Just to fix a tight meal that tasted like home.
You stirred pots like spells, with wisdom to pour,
Head sharp like blade, heart rich to the core.
Brains wey de blaze, hands that bless --
Queen of soup and dreams no stress could suppress!

Canada’s chill may hiss like a ghost,
But you walk through ice like you own the coast.
With Naija in your veins, and thunder in your stare,
You’re writing your saga with ink and flair.

When frost creeps in and silence is loud,
When dreams seem distant beneath that cloud --
Look up. The stars still know your name.
You carry home’s heat like a holy flame.
Still that lioness, wrapped in layers, not chains,
Still our Mfe — defying the plains.

Soar on, Seer —
Wherever you are, you bring the fire near.
Keep daring, my sister, keep rising above.

With boundless pride and love,
Your brother, ATT.