To our dad Kisubika
Jun 23, 2009
If it was not a rose that blossomed that crystal morning, then it was a hero born in a dark night with the sky full of stars. The moon glared down at the hero who dared to challenge the sun.
If it was not a rose that blossomed that crystal morning, then it was a hero born in a dark night with the sky full of stars. The moon glared down at the hero who dared to challenge the sun.
He the father that has breastfed with his fruitful hands. He has carried a load on his hands just like the African woman. But the load has family, friends, bills, fees... in it. On his head he carries the basket of seed kept for us to sow. You are a mirror that throws back the image in whatever shape.
You are loyal and selfless like a missionary from Holywood to Gulu and a well principled dad. The famous five in all colours love you very much From: Julian, Racheal, Cathy, Lydia and Deborah
He the father that has breastfed with his fruitful hands. He has carried a load on his hands just like the African woman. But the load has family, friends, bills, fees... in it. On his head he carries the basket of seed kept for us to sow. You are a mirror that throws back the image in whatever shape.
You are loyal and selfless like a missionary from Holywood to Gulu and a well principled dad. The famous five in all colours love you very much From: Julian, Racheal, Cathy, Lydia and Deborah