africa my roots

In the heart of the rolling savannah, Beneath the sun's eternal gaze, A tapestry woven, ancient and grand, Lies my African roots, where my spirit stays. Through the corridors of time, they whisper, The stories of the land that birthed me, From the mighty Nile's flowing river, To the rhythm of drums beneath the baobab tree. In the cradle of civilizations past, Lies the birthplace of humanity's soul, From the pyramids of Egypt's grandeur, To the lost kingdoms of Timbuktu's sacred scroll. Oh, Africa, motherland so vast, Your beauty unmatched, your colors unbound, From the golden sands of the Sahara's heat, To the lush rainforests where life is found. In the eyes of my ancestors, I gaze, Their strength and resilience evermore, For they triumphed through adversity's blaze, Their legacy ingrained in my core. I am the rhythm of the djembe drum, The sway of hips in the dance's embrace, From the vibrant kente cloth I proudly don, To the taste of jollof rice, my cultural grace. For I am a reflection of my African roots, A kaleidoscope of diversity and pride, A tapestry of languages, melodies, and tribes, Weaving together the tapestry of humankind. From the scarred history of colonizatio