The Serengeti’s Call Across the plains where the wild winds blow, The pulse of Africa, a heartbeat slow. Under the sun’s golden gaze, The land awakens, a fiery blaze.
Wildebeests thunder, a stampede of soul, While lions roar, taking their toll. Majestic beauty, raw and free, The Serengeti sings a song to me.
- Oda Ndukkor