In the heart of the Eastern Cape,
Where the rolling hills embrace the sky,
Lives a heritage rich and deep,
A tapestry of stories that never die.

From the beat of the drum at dawn,
To the songs that fill the night,
The Xhosa spirit dances on,
In the glow of the firelight.

The elders speak in voices wise,
Tales of courage, strength, and grace,
Their words a bridge to the past,
Guiding the young to find their place.

Amidst the vibrant beads and cloth,
The laughter of children fills the air,
In every smile, in every step,
The legacy of Xhosa life is there.