I met a woman of great worth, Of noble countenance and steadfast care. Favor flows like streams from her spirit, Grace stands as the emblem

“…We did write a poem A perfect blend of rhyme and wit The epitome of color and suit! A perfect orchestra of fidelity and trust!”

“…I looked upon the feeble pick up strength The lame man walked in the streets of Kampala The blind man of Karamoja received his sight…”

“I heard the voice of a young man Intercede for his nation… …I will come and I will not relent, I will complete my purpose”

My expectation, You certainly did not cut short! You lit my path, You showed me the path of life,