Poems

The Mountains Speak

The Rwenzori stands tall and proud,

Her crown of snow above the cloud,

She watches over valley and plain,

And sends her waters down as rain.

Roots and Rivers

My roots run deep into the earth,

Where my ancestors found their worth,

The Semuliki flows through my veins,

In dry season and when it rains.

Three Voices, One Song

Three languages, three ways to say:

I love you, I am here, I pray.

Yet one heart beats beneath it all,

One people answer to one call.