Your race is your fertility, Nambula.
Though a continent but adventurously scattered.
The world have you a round table turned.
Trading your wisdom, yet unconquered.
Your savannahs consistently bring forth children
Your belly blossoms in nutritions.
Have you not conquered famine like colonialism?
Your ever flowing udder sufficiently quenches our taste.
Your choral tunes have shaken art.
Your abode turned tourist to the world.
Was it not your creations found in world's museums.
In the face of dehydration,your strength never fails.
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