She walks,
Barefoot on dreams, dressed in strength,
Colorful as the kente clothe,
Her spirit flowing like a river through time.
She carries the weight of expectations,
Straddling the edge of tradition,
With modernity pulling at her hem.
Her voice resounds like a drum in the silence,
Echoing through marketplaces and boardrooms,
Shattering the chains of silence when she speaks.
She is like a lioness in the savanna,
Protecting her cubs with a fierce love,
Navigating the wilderness of patriarchal norms.
Her eyes, like twin suns, burn with the fire
Of a thousand untold tales,
Each tear a proof of battles fought and won.
She dances in the rhythm of the rain,
Feet pounding the earth with defiant grace,
Spreading her wings under a sky full of possibilities.
In her hands, the power to nurture and to build,
To sow seeds of change in fertile minds,
Crafting a future from the clay of her ancestors.
She rises, like a phoenix from the ashes of oppression,
A symbol of strength in the mosaic of life,
The modern African woman, unbound and eternal.
