In Kenya's land, there's a mother and daughter pair,
Akoth and Shantel- a match so rare,
Like mother like daughter, they say,
And indeed, they slay!
Akoth's beauty is ageless,
Stunning looks that are breathless,
And like daughter, Shantel takes after her,
A beauty that makes all heads stir.
Their bond is strong,
Building it has taken years long,
And just like each other, they're fighters,
One for the other, they're life's writers.
Akoth is kind and giving,
Shantel too, in her loving,
Glimpses of them, you won't find any hotter,
A pair blessed, that couldn't be better.
Like mother, like daughter,
Their love we'll forever remember,
A bond that's so divine,
Their love, like gold, will forever shine.
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