Wasilwa

In the heart of Timbwani, there dwells a soul so bright,

A lady named Wasilwa, a beacon in the night.

Her currency not coins nor gold, but kindness pure and true,

Enriching lives around her, in all that she would do.

With grace upon her gentle lips, she spreads a loving word,

In every act, in every deed, compassion can be heard.

For Wasilwa knows the power held within a simple smile,

It can mend the broken-hearted, even just a little while.

In a world of greed and striving, where self is often king,

Wasilwa stands apart, with the joy that she can bring.

She knows that kindness costs us naught, yet its value is immense,

It builds bridges, heals wounds, and mends the broken fence.

So let us learn from Wasilwa, and let her light inspire,

To sow the seeds of kindness, to set our souls on fire.

For in this currency of love, both giver and receiver gain,

And in the end, it's kindness that will forever reign.