Priscah mutswenje

August 5, 1986-Kenya
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This bomb

In the halls of camaraderie where trust did bloom,
A tale unfolds, shrouded in shadows of gloom.
Once, a mentee, a colleague dear,
Now, a whisper of betrayal draws near.

Beneath the wings of guidance, they soared,
Together, dreams and ambitions explored.
Hand in hand, through challenges we strode,
But in the depths, a treacherous seed was sowed.

Eyes that sparkled with shared aspirations,
Now conceal a hidden, sinister foundation.
Promises made in the mentor's embrace,
Now unravel, leaving only a bitter trace.

Oh, the echoes of laughter, the shared delight,
Now drowned by the echoes of a silent fight.
Behind the curtains of trust so finely spun,
Lies the wreckage of what once had begun.

The mentor's heart, once an open door,
Now guarded against the winds of trust no more.
A tapestry woven with dreams and shared visions,
Now unravels, torn by clandestine decisions.

Yet, in the realm of shadows, a phoenix may rise,
From the embers of trust, a mentor's strength lies.
For in betrayal's cold, relentless stare,
Resides the seed of resilience, aware.

The sting of betrayal, a bitter pill to swallow,
Yet the mentor's spirit, it cannot wallow.
Lessons learned in this chapter of strife,
Forge a mentor's resolve to navigate life.

So, let the winds of betrayal blow,
Through the corridors where once trust did grow.
For in the aftermath of this dark descent,
A mentor emerges, stronger, more resilient.

For every betrayal, a chapter concludes,
But a mentor's journey relentlessly renews.
Through the labyrinth of shadows, they navigate,
To mentor anew, to inspire, and create.
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