Chepkurui

In the heart of the hills, where whispers dwell,

Lived Chepkurui, with a story to tell.

A lady of wisdom, with a curious mind,

In her philosophy, she sought to find.

"Selfish people," she'd declare with pride,

"Live longer," her belief she'd never hide.

In her world, it was a sacred decree,

A mantra she held, a truth to see.

With every step, she'd guard her own,

In her fortress of self, she'd never be thrown.

Her desires paramount, her needs above all,

In the pursuit of longevity, she'd stand tall.

Yet in her solitude, a shadow did creep,

A loneliness haunting, in the depths so deep.

For in her selfishness, she'd lost the key,

To unlock the bonds of true empathy.

As years passed by, and time marched on,

Chepkurui found herself alone at dawn.

For selfishness, it seemed, had its cost,

Leaving her stranded, her heart almost lost.

In the end, she learned a truth profound,

That in giving, true happiness is found.

For selfishness may grant a fleeting breath,

But it's in selflessness, we conquer death.