Wambui

Wambui speaks with a knowing sigh,

Of a world where standards seem to die.

"To rise above the average throng," she says,

"Just push on past the first hurdle, no more delays."

No triumph in such a simple feat,

It paints a picture bittersweet.

The competition, a sorry sight,

Where giving up is common plight.

Those who surrender before they start,

Leave victory open, a gaping heart.

Wambui's words, a challenge clear,

To rise above, conquer every fear.

For in this world where resolve is rare,

Persistence itself becomes a prayer.