In the heart of the savannah, where the sun kisses the earth,
Drums beat the rhythm of ancient tales, of joy and birth,
Dances weave stories of ancestors, their wisdom and might,
Under the canopy of stars, in the sacred night.

Colors of the kente, vibrant and bold,
Whisper of journeys, stories untold,
Beads and shells in patterns divine,
Each piece a symbol, of the African line.

From the Sahara’s sands to the Congo’s green,
Echoes of laughter and songs serene,
The lion’s roar, the elephant’s grace,
Nature’s grandeur in every space.

Spirits of the elders, in the winds they speak,
Guiding the young, the strong and the meek,
A tapestry of cultures, rich and vast,
Africa’s soul, a legacy that will forever last.