The Onyame Factor
A morning breath, a waking eye, Beneath the vast, unmeasured sky. The Onyame factor wakes the soul, To see the grace that makes us whole. For bread upon a simple plate, For love that outlives fear and hate. A heart of thanks begins to view The endless gifts we never receive, Through heavy storms and gentle rain, Through fleeting joy and sharpening pain. The anchor holds, the hand provides, Above the shifts of turning tides. We bow before the unseen hand That shapes the life and guards the land. A summary of thanks we raise, In every breath, a debt of praise. Greetings ๐ซก๐ ©KYB ✍๐ฟ20/07/2026