Njeri

In the bustling streets of Mombasa fair,

Strolled a maiden with grace beyond compare,

Njeri, her name, with eyes bright and wise,

Yet burdened by questions, doubts, and sighs.

Through trials and triumphs, she'd often roam,

Searching for purpose, longing for home,

In a world of chaos, where dreams seem to fade,

She sought for solace, a debt to be paid.

But fate had a plan, as fate often does,

To teach her a lesson through trials and buzz,

For in the midst of her turmoil and strife,

She stumbled upon the essence of life.

Love, like a beacon, shining so bright,

Guiding her through the darkest of night,

In laughter, in tears, in moments so grand,

Njeri discovered love's gentle hand.

It wasn't in riches or fame to adore,

Nor in accolades or worldly store,

But in the simple act of giving and receiving,

She found the true meaning of living and believing.

For love knows no boundaries, no limits, no end,

It's the healer of wounds that time cannot mend,

And as Njeri embraced it with all of her might,

She knew that love was her guiding light.

So, let her story be a reminder to all,

In love, we stand tall, in love, we stand tall,

For in the end, when all is said and done,

Love is the only thing worth living on.