From Cairo’s call to Cape Town’s cry,
Africa rises, head held high.
A heartbeat woven in Ubuntu’s thread,
We speak of futures our elders bled.
Melanin magic—glowing, bold,
Stories in skin, in rhythms told.
From Afrofuturism’s cosmic claim,
We rocket truth through stardust flame.
No chains can hold this boundless soul,
Resilience etched in every role.
Pan-African dreams no longer sleep,
They’re hashtags now, they’re rising deep.
We trend in power, style, and grace,
With braided strength and scarred embrace.
Black excellence walks every street,
In barefoot beats and boardroom seats.
Our heritage, not a memory,
But a tech-charged prophecy.
From ancient drums to AI minds,
Africa codes the future’s signs.
So raise your fists, your flags, your voice,
Today, Africa is the choice.
Not just a place, but a pulsing flame.
#AfricaDay Remember the name
