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We Are Here




RnB soul pianist and singer Alicia Keys song “We Are Here” is a unifying anthem addressing all the negative happenings in the world right now, from Baghdad, to Gaza, to Israel, to Nigeria, to the Chinatowns and Harlems of planet earth.

Alicia's inspiration for “We Are Here” came from a simple question someone put forth. The day she wrote this song, she was sitting in a circle of people of all ages and they were asked, 
‘Why are you here? Why am I here??’
This really hit her on a deep level. She realized no one had ever asked her that question before.

Have such question ever came to you?
Why are you here? 
To kill and maim?
To graze heads instead of herds?
To deceive and connive to defraud the masses?
To spew generational hate?
Or to love?

No matter where we come from, when we see the state of the world today, we can all feel the growing frustration and desire to make a difference. And we all have a voice—we just need to know how to make it heard.

When Aba was on fire sometime last year, I asked myself
"Why am I here? What can I do to voice out the silent cries of the voiceless here being massacred for demanding self reliance?"
Benue, just a week ago, had a fair share of gore and blood and I couldn't bring myself to ink a thing. Too distraught o think even.
It hurts to helpless watch as things go South. But we can help.

We have a voice.
We have a pen.
We have a means.

Though this video was shot for the fun of it, but the lyrics of Alicia's We Are Here, strikes a chord which is an answer to the question that hit her on deep level, 
“We are here
We are here for all of us
We are here for all us
That’s why we are here, why we are here 
We are here.”

The strength of the piano solidly pounding away is matched by Keys’ confident delivery to one of life’s unanswerable questions, her powerful voice setting the night air on fire.

Keys cries out her message of the meaning of life into the night. 

“Let’s talk about our part 
My heart touch your heart
Let’s talk about, let’s talk about living
Had enough of dying, not what we all about
Let’s do more giving
Do more forgiving, yeah 
Our souls were brought together so that we could love each other, sister,”

The music leaves you with a hopeful determination to make a difference, to be here for each other, to make your voice heard to the world.

Watch the music video of my sister, Oluchi and I, a cover of Alicia’s “We Are Here”.

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