A home so dear, Africa,
Where love is seen, felt, shared, and heart reside.
Unique, rich, and a roof of unity,
Unshaken, like a gentle rhythm,
Speaking to life, like a refreshing breeze,
Glowing, like lights that bring to our needs,
Africa, a comb that braids,
The wet hair of its cultures, hailing its name,
Revealing stories of old,
Religions, languages, and traditions to be told.
Speaking, seeking, and smiling, it heals the past,
As love grows, and peace flows, blows like air forever.
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