The sun rises on Independence Day, bright and free, Casting light on the dreams of you and me. We remember…
Beneath the crimson lanterns’ glow, Where whispers of the ancients flow, In bustling streets of silk and gold, A thousand…
Beneath the golden sun, the desert lies, With tales of ancient times and endless skies. The whispering winds of history…
In the hills where the sun kisses the earth, The Xhosa people, in their vibrant mirth, Weave tales of ancestors,…
In the heart of the town, where whispers reside, Lays a culture so simple, with nothing to hide. From the…
In the whispers of the ancient wind, Stories of our forebears resonate within, Each tale, a thread in the tapestry…
In the shadow of the Maloti mountains high, Where the eagles soar and the spirits fly, The Basotho people, with…
In the quiet corners of our home, Where laughter echoes like a gentle breeze, We weave our stories, thread by…