Robdee Walela: Weaver of Dreams

In the cradle of frames and echoes,

Where shadows dance on silver screens,

There rises a hand that shapes the unseen—

A sculptor of moments, a weaver of dreams.

Robdee Walela, your name rolls like a river,

Coursing through the veins of eager youth,

You take raw voices, tremors of vision,

And cradle them gently in the arms of truth.

Director by title, yet more than a title—

A compass for the lost, a spark for the dim,

Scriptwriter of destinies, editor of futures,

You cut away doubt and let brilliance brim.

Through the lens, your eyes see potential,

Where others glimpse merely the blur of the crowd,

You magnify whispers to thunderous echoes,

And craft silent talents to speak strong and proud.

In your forge, young artists are embers ignited,

Songs become rivers, stories find flight.

Marketer of hope, champion of voices,

You paint every canvas with purpose and light.

Robdee, your work, a bridge through the chaos,

A beacon where creativity learns how to stand.

Rwana Online TV—your pulsing creation,

A digital stage molded by tireless hands.

For society's heart, you are rhythm, you are rhyme,

An anchor that keeps restless minds engaged,

Turning idle hours into fruitful horizons,

You nurture the future, page by page.

So here’s to the dreamer, the giver, the guide—

Robdee Walela, unyielding and true.

May your visions expand like a sky unconfined,

For the world is a canvas still waiting for you.

© Bunguswa™