Sonnet: "Black Africa's Beat"
In savannas wide, where rhythms never fade,
Black Africa's pulse like heartbeat sounds.
From Congo drums to tech Lagos’ trade,
Her stories etched in night’s ancestral grounds.
With kili steps, with _juju_ whispers low,
Her peoples weave tales that the winds know.
From Tiv lands to Swahili shores aglow,
A tapestry rich where cultures overflow.
In deserts bold, in forests deep she thrives,
With gold of sunsets, dawn’s equatorial drives.
Innovation hums in streets, villages alive,
Tradition roots where futures intertwine threads.
And in her skies, stars spell endless song.
Black Africa beats — where past and tech belong.
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