03/07/2026
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Today we gather, not by chance but by design,
as voices align for something deeper, more divine.
Not for empty applause or pride that fades away,
but for purpose that guides what we do and say.
Because leadership is not just a position, it is a vision towards a mission,
a bold decision with clear direction, built on truth and precision.
In CGSL — the Chosen Generation of Sierra Leone —
we are reminded that greatness is never grown alone.
It is shaped in unity, in service, in grace,
in the strength we carry from place to place.
Some step forward wearing confidence like a crown,
but real leadership is not in being seen or renowned.
It is not in how loud your voice may sound,
but in how many lives you lift from the ground.
And yes, a leader was once a follower too,
learning patience, learning purpose, learning what to do.
Not always first, not always bright in the view,
but faithful in small things until leadership grew.
And leadership needs courage — the courage to make a move,
not to prove but to improve
So CGSL, as we rise with vision and aim,
let us not chase position, power, or name.
But lead with humility, purpose, and care,
and follow with strength, always willing to share.
For leadership is not just a position, it is a vision towards a mission —
and CGSL carries that light with proud precision.
So today,
We do not just gather here to inaugurate leaders
We gather to ignite them
Coz a chosen generation does not wait for the future
It creates it
With every word and name
Every picture and frame
And every action
We're building
Brick by brick
Voice by voice
Heart by heart
We're inspiring lives
And maybe we're young
But so is the cub before it becomes the king of the jungle
And maybe our hands still tremble
But it shakes with a pen in hand
Coz we're writing magic
So let art photograph this moment
Let geography map out where we stand
And let history remember this day
Not just as a ceremony
But as the day young people gather to move a nation
And if the next generation asks who lead the way
Let the winds say.........
The chosen generation did.
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Poet - Fatima Nenee Turay
