My Biography

My Biography

This is how my biography shall read

Axora, son of Kagaga

A woman of stature

Born to nurture

Not a risk did she shun

Not a freak at the biggest fracture

The misstep of love—

That left the tiny infant in her lone care.

To God she gave the glory

Not to fall prey to the stares that said sorry

Instead she doubled her care

To fend for her precious bundle of joy

To cradle for life!

Those cuddles I shall forever cherish

And the strict eye of discipline,

So too, the smiling node of approval;

Not forgetting the wide grin to festival

As we now celebrate the accolades of Axora

The son for the woman of stature

Whose name I’m happy to add to mine!

Axora Kagaga

I shall now be called

In honour of that woman of stature

Who gave her all so that I

The fruit of her love

Could rise to be who I am!

Mother, woman of stature, I salute you!