Kofi sat on a low wooden stool, squinting at the faint shapes moving in the distance. His grandmother had told him stories of a wise lion who lived beyond the hills and could help people see clearly. "I must find this lion," he whispered to himself, determination gleaming in his eyes.

With each step, Kofi felt the weight of his mission. He clutched a small piece of cloth his mother had given him, a reminder of home and his purpose. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he pressed on, guided by the stars that began to twinkle in the deepening dusk.

Leo, the lion, watched Kofi with wise, gentle eyes. "What brings you here, young one?" the lion asked in a deep, resonant voice. Kofi took a deep breath, "I wish to see the world clearly, as others do," he replied with honesty and hope.

Leo gently placed the glasses on Kofi's face. "These will help you see the beauty around you," he said softly. As Kofi opened his eyes, the world transformed. Colors he had never imagined sprang to life, vibrant and dazzling. "It's like seeing for the first time," he marveled, tears of joy filling his eyes.

Kofi rushed to the center of the village, eager to share his discovery. He saw his mother and jumped up and down with happiness. She had always been fuzzy to him and he saw what her face looked like for the first time. "I can see clearly now! The lion has given me sight!" he shouted, his voice ringing with excitement. The villagers gathered around him, curious and amazed by his story.

One by one, the villagers returned with glasses of their own, their faces alight with newfound clarity. Kofi watched as his village transformed, filled with laughter and joy, colors brighter than ever before. "Thank you, Leo," he whispered to the breeze, knowing the wise lion had given them a gift beyond measure.