Beneath the golden savanna skies,
Where ancient rhythms softly rise,
Echoes of the ancestors dance,
In lands of courage and romance.
Drums beat out the heartâs own song,
Stories of the brave and strong,
In every village, every tribe,
The spirit of Africa comes alive.
Colors weave through market stalls,
A tapestry that never falls,
With wisdom shared through gentle smiles,
Crossing the vast and endless miles.
Elders speak with voices wise,
Guiding stars through desert skies,
In unity, the lands embrace,
A vibrant culture, a sacred space.