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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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Ntoiti

Ntoiti, eyes wide with a dawning ache,
A truth unveiled, a world to remake.
The vibrant market, abuzz with trade,
Hid a secret truth, a sickness pervade.

Each face, a mask, a carefully carved guise,
Some smiles strained, with shadows in their eyes.
The confident stride, the boisterous call,
Could cloak a heart that's about to fall.

The hunched elder, weathered and worn,
Might bear a burden heavier than borne.
The playful child, with laughter so bright,
Could carry a darkness hidden from sight.

Ntoiti herself, with spirit so bold,
Did her own facade a deeper hurt hold?
The sickness, it seemed, wasn't just for the frail,
It touched every soul, whispered a hidden wail.

But a new empathy bloomed in her heart,
A connection unseen, a brand new start.
For in shared vulnerability, a comfort did lie,
A chance to connect, beneath each weary sigh.

Perhaps, then, the illness wouldn't define,
But a shared journey, a chance to entwine.
To mend, to forgive, to love and to see,
The beauty in brokenness, humanity's decree.
 

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