AFRICA IS NOT FOR SALE.

In the heart of Africa, where echoes of heritage play,

A reminder of our roots, as Africans, we say.

Not commodities for sale, not monkeys in a show,

But proud custodians of nature's grandest flow.

We roam with elephants, the lions of Judah's pride,

Cheetahs in the wild, zebras side by side.

The Okapi's grace, the Manto de Glazer's hue,

In congeniality, our essence shines through.

We do not bite, we're depictions of unity,

Rooted in family trees, a cultural tapestry.

Strong as mucuna, growing with each day,

"Tule-tule kula," in diversity we sway.

From the land of the Sun, we arise,

Children of deserts, savannas, under vast skies.

Keepers of stories from valleys to the peaks,

Our spirit's "UBUNTU," the bond that speaks.

In the spirit of Wakanda, a black panther's stride,

Blood of Shaka, the soil where Madiba did reside.

Legends like Lucky Dubey, Mtukduzi, and Ngozi,

Africans, bearers of minerals, a continent's trophy.

Diamonds, golds, platinum, oils, and gases flow,

A world within a world, a power to show.

No banting, just wanting what we choose,

Shisha Nyama, a carpenter with saza, diverse hues.

Jero fries, Egusi soup, Posho to test,

Kusharie in Egypt, a culinary quest.

Clothed in dashikis, Kente, Ankara's embrace,

Proudly wrapped in head ties, our cultural grace.

Birthplace of civilization, not a dark abyss,

We are not poor, a narrative dismissed.

In the dance of sunlight, our climax revealed,

Not a dark continent, but Batman's shield.

No chains for the 21st-century's stride,

Benevolent slavery, a mind game set aside.

Emancipation not a mere imagination's tide,

Africa, not for sale, in unity we abide.