From
the
red
soil
of
Africa,
Where
the
sun
rises
with
golden
fire,
Where
our
mothers
teach
us
strength,
And
our
fathers
teach
us
courage…
There
walks
a
daughter
of
the
soil
who's
even
birds
in
the
forest
shouts
live
long
love
of
Robby's
heart.
Her
name
is
Margret
Mulenga.
Not
just
Margret
by
name,
But
Margret
by
the
beauty
she
carries,
By
the
strength
in
her
spirit,
By
the
warmth
in
her
heart.
Margret…
beautiful
African
queen. ⸻
Margret,
daughter
of
the
soil,
Born
beneath
the
African
sun,
mother
of
my
children
You
carry
the
beauty
of
a
continent
That
has
survived
a
thousand
storms.
Margret,
beautiful
African
queen,
There
is
something
special
in
your
presence,
Something
my
words
struggle
to
explain,
Something
the
eyes
can
see
Before
the
lips
can
speak.
You
don’
t
need
a
crown,
Margret,
To
walk
like
royalty.
Your
character
is
your
crown,
Your
kindness
is
your
gold,
Your
courage
is
your
throne,
And
your
beautiful
spirit
Is
the
kingdom
you
carry
within. ⸻
Margret,
mulenga,
Beautiful
African
queen,
Daughter
of
the
soil,
Pride
of
My
children.
Margret,
mulenga,
May
your
light
continue
shining,
May
your
smile
continue
healing,
May
your
beautiful
spirit
Never
lose
its
flame.
Oh
mother
of
my
children…,
Daughter
of
the
soil,
Umwana
wamano
Uwasubwa
na
lesa. ⸻
Margret,
you
are
the
poetry
Written
in
the
language
my
children
understands.
You
are
the
morning
sun
After
a
long
and
difficult
night.
You
are
the
laughter
That
makes
ordinary
moments
memorable.
And
Margret,
You
are
proof
that
beauty
Is
not
only
something
I
see.
Beauty
is
kindness.
Beauty
is
courage.
Beauty
is
humility.
Beauty
is
the
strength
To
remain
yourself
In
a
world
that
constantly
asks
you
To
become
someone
else. ⸻
So
rise,
Margret!
Rise,
beautiful
African
love
of
my
heart.
Walk
with
your
head
high,
Not
because
you
are
better
than
anyone,
But
because
you
know
your
worth.
Carry
your
African
roots
proudly.
Carry
the
dreams
of
those
who
believe
in
you.
Carry
the
strength
of
mother.
Who
came
before
your
footsteps.
Because
Margret…
You
are
a
daughter
of
the
soil.
And
the
soil
from
which
you
came
Knows
how
to
produce
something
beautiful. ⸻
Margret,
Margret,
Beautiful
African
queen,
Daughter
of
the
soil,
Your
story
is
still
being
written.
Margret,
Margret,
May
your
dreams
become
mountains,
May
your
courage
become
rivers,
May
your
future
become
brighter
Than
the
African
sunrise.
Margret…
This
is
how
far
you
have
come
na
lesa
obe.
May
you
never
underestimate
How
far
you
can
go. ⸻
And
when
the
years
move
forward,
Margret,
When
life
adds
more
chapters
to
your
story,
May
you
look
back
without
regret.
May
you
see
every
struggle
As
a
lesson.
Every
tear
As
a
seed
And
every
victory
As
proof
that
you
never
gave
up.
Because
Margret,
The
world
has
many
beautiful
faces…
But
there
is
only
one
Margret
the
love
of
my
heart
the
mother
of
my
children.
One
beautiful
African
queen.
One
daughter
of
the
soil.
One
woman
with
her
own
story,
Her
own
journey,
Her
own
light. ⸻
So,
Margret…
From
the
deep
down
my
heart.
Kalebalika
mulifyonse
Kalebalika
mubuyo
bobe.
These
words
are
for
you.
Margret…
Beautiful
African
queen. 👑🌍
Daughter
of
the
soil.
Daughter
of
strength.
My
wife
my
friend
of
all
time
May
your
light
never
become
dim.
May
you
win
today
Win
tomorrow
And
win
forever.
Margret…
Keep
shining.
Keep
rising.
Keep
becoming.
I
Robby
as
your
love
has
many
stories
to
tell…
But
Margret,
your
story
is
one
worth
telling. ❤️
Kalebalika 🙌
Kalebalika 🙌