In the vast savannahs where the sun sets,
Where the rhythm of drums never forgets,
Lives a woman whose beauty takes my breath,
Whose grace and poise surpasses death.

Her skin, a rich shade of caramel,
Like the golden fields where lions dwell,
Her eyes, like the night sky, so deep,
A universe of secrets they keep.

Her hair, a crown of coils and curls,
Like the wild winds that dance and swirl,
Her lips, a velvet cushion of love,
A gift from the gods above.

She walks with the strength of a lioness,
Her curves, a symbol of feminine finesse,
She speaks with a voice that's bold and clear,
A queen whose majesty is without fear.

Oh, African woman, you are a work of art,
A masterpiece crafted from the heart,
A symbol of strength, beauty, and grace,
A shining light in a darkened place.

May your beauty never fade or diminish,
May your spirit forever flourish and finish,
For you are a treasure to be cherished,
A woman of Africa, forever distinguished.