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!
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!