Kemunto

In the heart of Makadara, where the sun meets the sky,

There lived a lady named Kemunto, noble and spry.

With grace in her step and kindness in her gaze,

She walked among the people, brightening their days.

With gentle hands, she tended to the sick and the weak,

Whispering words of comfort, soothing those who couldn't speak.

In her eyes, there sparkled a fervent belief,

That hands are for helping, a creed beyond relief.

Through fields of hardship and valleys of despair,

Kemunto stood tall, spreading hope everywhere.

She lent her hands to the weary and lost,

Turning pain into strength, no matter the cost.

In her humble abode, where love dwelled supreme,

She taught her children the essence of a dream.

That hands, though small, possess a mighty power,

To uplift humanity in its darkest hour.

So let us heed the wisdom of Kemunto's decree,

That hands are for helping, for setting spirits free.

And may her legacy forever endure,

As a beacon of compassion, steadfast and pure.