Titanium of Kwale:
The soil,
Black as oil,
You have so much potential.
If it wasn’t for denial,
And delays,
You wont waste were you lay.
But don’t dismay,
For Base Titanium,
Shall refine you.
The hidden niobium:
The search starts.
Soon, earth and you will part.
Your grey,
Lures them like prey.
But when they tame
You, will they take you
far from home?
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