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Their Loss was You

They watched from shadows, far removed, Hoping you'd stumble, bruised and bruised. Whispers stirred, "Are they broken still?" But silence answered with iron will. Too proud to ask, too vain to speak, They searched in silence, veiled and weak. But what they found destroyed their pride— You’d bloomed in strength they tried to hide. You rose alone, no arms to catch, No borrowed love, no easy match. You healed in quiet, deep and wide, The hurt was real, but so was pride. Now joy wraps round your every breath, No need for them, no fear of death. They miss the warmth they took for granted, Now cold and lost, alone, disenchanted. They dream of doors they once slammed shut, Of hands they dropped, of scars they cut. But you, now radiant, won't rewind— Your peace too precious to unbind. And though they ache, the truth is plain: Their loss was you — their truest gain. Yet time has taught what love once knew: Not all return to what was true. So shine with grace, let s...
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Nyawira

In the realm of numbers, Nyawira takes her chance,
Learning the dance of accounts, a financial romance.

With trial balance as her guide, errors stand revealed,
A ledger's truth unveiled, in numbers well concealed.

Debit Notes dance on paper, correcting under-charge,
Nyawira learns the rhythm, a financial mirage.

In Kenya's insurance domain, Debit-Notes take the lead,
A tale of policies written, on financial seas they breed.

Service businesses in Kenya, a different note they scribe,
Fee Notes flutter in the breeze, where invoices subscribe.

Liabilities stand tall, their credit a decree,
Nyawira marks the ledger, in balance's decree.

Assets bow gracefully, on the debit side they play,
Nyawira's pen orchestrates, in the accounting ballet.

Net of revenue, a melody sweet and clear,
In the harmony of numbers, profit draws near.

Nyawira learns the verses, the financial song,
In the ledger's pages, where she belongs.

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