Poem: "Black Africa's Voice"
In whispers of the iroko in drums' loud beat,
Black Africa speaks in voices she'll repeat.
From Yoruba orishas to Zulu ubuntu's seat,
Her peoples honor traditions where they meet.
With kili steps and juju melodies so sweet,
Her stories dance in forests where shadows greet.
From Tiv lands to Swahili shores where sunsets eat,
A tapestry rich where cultures intertwine neat.
In deserts bold, in cities' modern heat,
Black Africa thrives where innovation's feet.
From Lagos tech to Addis startups' eager beat,
Her peoples weave a future where traditions greet.
With languages like rivers and art like morning dew,
Black Africa's diversity — a beauty to view.
From Maghreb dunes to Cape town's waves anew,
Her spirit — a mosaic of worlds she draws true 🌍.
In every drum, in every song she sings,
Black Africa's heartbeat — where past and future wings.
From mami wata myths to kali's dance-rings,
Her many voices make a continent's songs bring.
With every step, with every story told,
Black Africa's pulse like a rhythm young and bold.
From Congo's forests to Nairobi's streets gold,
Her peoples weave a tale where cultures unfold.
In threads of kankana, in patterns so fine,
Black Africa's stories woven like a design.
From Benin bronzes to Ghana's kotee signs,
Her histories speak in art where traditions align.
Black Africa's voice — a melody so clear,
In every language, in every heartbeat she'll hear.
From savannas wide to cities' busy cheer,
Her spirit — a mosaic of worlds she draws
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