In Nakivale, She Rose” (Rhymed, Traditional Style)
In Nakivale’s dusty air,
A girl with dreams beyond despair
Took scraps and light and bound them tight
To gift her peers the gift of night.
She had no lab, no tools of gold,
Just courage in a grip so bold.
A backpack made with care and grace,
Brought stars into a child’s small space.
Oh Aurelie, your story flows,
Where hope like wild river grows.
A spark, a stitch, a world anew—
From refugee to changemaker true.
