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On an island kissed by sea and sky,
Where winds blow soft and people sigh,
Lived a girl named Masumbuko—
Her name meant pain, and life moved slow.

A house of many, food was thin,
Love stayed quiet, locked within.
Mama was tired, worn and gray,
Baba stared as dreams slipped away.

Masu, strong but still so small,
Carried water, cleaned it all.
School was rare, chores were deep,
She cried in silence, fell asleep.

She met a man with golden charm,
He held her hand, he meant no harm.
He showed her places, skies so wide,
She thought she'd found a place to hide.

But dreams can break like waves at sea—
He left when she held life in thee.
With child inside, she walked back slow,
With heavy heart and eyes of woe.

No one yelled, and none forgave,
Their quiet stares became her grave.
But Mama’s hands began to hold,
In silent ways, in gestures bold.

She worked and worked with baby near,
Fought each day through pain and fear.
From cleaning homes to washing plates,
She saved each coin, she carried weight.

She dreamed of thread, of cloth and style,
Of Mama sewing all the while.
She joined a class, she learned to sew,
And slowly, slowly, she did grow.

She bought a machine, a little stand,
She stitched with love, with careful hand.
Masu Styles began to shine,
With colors bold and crafted line.

Two girls she trained, gave them a place,
A job, a dream, a little grace.
Her daughter laughed, her Mama smiled,
Her Baba’s heart grew soft and mild.

She learned of business late at night,
Still worked by day with all her might.
She found a voice she never knew,
She loved herself, she loved truth too.

Now women come from far and near,
To learn, to heal, to drop their fear.
She gives them skills, she gives them pride—
She helps them walk, not just survive.

Masu’s name once spoke of pain,
Now it shines like gentle rain.
She proved that with a bit of care,
A girl like her can rise from despair.
Africa is full of light—
But it needs space to grow just right.
Not just strength, but open doors,
A chance, a path, and something more.

Masu’s story is a flame,
That calls the world to change its name.
From sorrow deep to dreams that fly,
She is the reason hope won’t die.
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