Shantel was a little girl,
With a heart as pure as a pearl,
She joined Baraka pre primary school,
And proved that she was nobody's fool.
Her mother Akoth smiled with pride,
As Shantel walked by her side,
She knew her daughter was destined for greatness,
And would achieve success without any lateness.
In class, Shantel learned to read and write,
And her confidence grew with every sight,
Of her achievements and the friends she made,
In Baraka pre primary school's lovely shade.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months,
And Shantel's love for learning never slumped,
She excelled in math, science, and art,
And never once did she let down her heart.
So let's salute Shantel, this smart little miss,
For her efforts and hard work, we cannot miss,
We hope she thrives and reaches for the stars,
As she continues her journey that will take her far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem