African Renaissance

I rise,

Not from the ashes of despair,

But from the soil where my ancestors' roots dig deep,

A soil rich with wisdom, love, and resilience.

The heartbeat of a continent drums in my chest,

Echoing stories untold, dreams deferred, but never forgotten.

Africa, your womb birthed the world.

Your cradle rocked humanity into being,

And still, they doubted your strength.

Our renaissance is not revenge

It's renewal.

It's teaching the world to heal through Ubuntu,

To rise through resilience,

To dance through the storms,

And to forgive,

But never forget.

The dawn is ours.

Africa, rise!

Your time is eternal,

And your renaissance has just begun.

We are the renaissance,

The light on the horizon.

Not waiting for salvation,

But building it brick by brick, note by note, verse by verse.

The dawn is ours.

Africa, rise!

Your time is eternal,

And your renaissance has just begun.

Africa, your womb birthed the world.

Your cradle rocked humanity into being,

And still, they doubted your strength.

We are the renaissance,

The phoenix clad in kente,

Rebuilding the empires they tried to dismantle.

Mali's gold still glimmers in our spirits,

Kush's power flows in our veins,

And Great Zimbabwe stands tall in our minds.

They stole the script,

But not the story.

They broke the chains,

But not the will.

We are more than survivors

We are creators,

Architects of futures only we can see.

The renaissance is here,

In the melody of the kora,

In the rhythm of afro house,

In the bold strokes of Sankofa wings taking flight.

It's in the return to self-love,

In the names we reclaim,

The languages we resurrect,

The pride we restore.