Nasimiyu

Nasimiyu, with eyes ablaze,

A fire in her soul that stays,

Met a soul with drooping head,

Muttering, "Defeat's ahead."

"You can't make a quitter thrive," she cried,

"Success won't bloom where dreams have died.

It takes a spark, a burning will,

To chase the heights, the distant hill."

The downcast one, with whispered doubt,

Fumbled with excuses, spilling out,

"I'm not enough, I'll never win,"

A web of self-defeat they'd spin.

But Nasimiyu, fierce and bold,

Her voice a story yet untold,

"The greatest failures, one can see,

Are those who never dared to be."

"Quitting whispers in your ear,

Will drown the roar you have to hear.

It's not about what might go wrong,

But rising strong where you belong."

Her words, a whip, a firebrand,

Awoke a hope they couldn't withstand.

A flicker in the downcast eyes,

A chance to rise, a chance to try.

For Nasimiyu knew, success won't wait,

It favors those who seal their fate.

With heart ablaze and spirit keen,

They'll chase the heights, a winning team.