Gitahi

In Ndonya's quiet village, where tales unfold,

Lived Gitahi, a man with stories yet untold.

He pondered the essence of plans and fate,

As destiny's threads in his life would create.

Through fields of green and hills so wide,

Gitahi strolled, lost in thoughts, by his side.

A realization dawned, a wisdom born,

"If luck guides my plan, it's tattered and torn."

In shadows of doubt, he found his light,

For plans built on fortune crumble in the night.

With every step, a revelation grew,

In the heart of Ndonya, wisdom anew.

A truth profound, Gitahi did glean,

Luck's fleeting embrace, a tricky sheen.

His voice echoed through the village air,

"If luck's your captain, beware the snare."

No longer swayed by fortune's dance,

Gitahi embraced a different chance.

In hard work and skill, his trust he'd place,

A resilient spirit, a determined grace.

For in Ndonya's tale, a lesson clear,

Luck may whisper, but hard work's near.

Gitahi, a beacon, in wisdom did stand,

A plan without luck, a plan truly grand.