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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Kemunto

In the heart of Makadara, where the sun meets the sky,
There lived a lady named Kemunto, noble and spry.
With grace in her step and kindness in her gaze,
She walked among the people, brightening their days.

With gentle hands, she tended to the sick and the weak,
Whispering words of comfort, soothing those who couldn't speak.
In her eyes, there sparkled a fervent belief,
That hands are for helping, a creed beyond relief.

Through fields of hardship and valleys of despair,
Kemunto stood tall, spreading hope everywhere.
She lent her hands to the weary and lost,
Turning pain into strength, no matter the cost.

In her humble abode, where love dwelled supreme,
She taught her children the essence of a dream.
That hands, though small, possess a mighty power,
To uplift humanity in its darkest hour.

So let us heed the wisdom of Kemunto's decree,
That hands are for helping, for setting spirits free.
And may her legacy forever endure,
As a beacon of compassion, steadfast and pure.

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