In the heart of a garden where gnomes softly play, Lies Keitha's bright spirit, turning night into day. Celebrating seventy years filled with grace, Her kitchen's a haven, a warm, loving space. She crafts spicy Kasundi with tales rich and bold, A cousin to many, her warmth never old. Christmas morns dazzle with feasts she designs, A friend to so many, where joy intertwines. On Al Jazeera's tales her keen eyes rest, World's canvas unfolding, her curiosity dressed. To those who are lucky to share in her light, Keitha shines brightly, a beacon so right.