A sonnet focusing on the miracle of the Okavango and a legacy of stability.
Where Kalahari sands are parched and dry,
The water comes—a miracle of green,
To mirror back the vast and sapphire sky,
In channels where the hippos drift unseen.
A peaceful land where diamonds lit the way,
From dusty tracks to schools of glass and light,
Where cattle roam and lions hunt their prey,
Under the mantle of the southern night.
No blood was spilled to claim the ruler’s chair,
But Kgotla councils spoke the people's will,
A breath of calm within the tropic air,
That keeps the restless continent so still.
From Chobe’s banks to Gaborone’s wide street,
The heart of Africa finds its steady beat.
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