"The threads of our ancestors' looms still weave
In the fabrics of our present, a tale to conceive
The first tailors, masters of the needle's might
Wove garments that shone like the sun's golden light

Their scissors cut like the wind, swift and true
As they stitched the stories of our culture anew
Their fabrics danced like the rivers, flowing free
Adorned with patterns that spoke of our history

They wove the tales of our forefathers' bravery
Into the very fabric of our identity
Their looms sang songs of our mothers' grace
As they crafted garments that told our story in every place

Today, their legacy lives on, a torch passed down
To designers who wear the mantle of their renowned
Names like Maki Oh, Lisa Folawiyo, and Bridget Awosika shine
Like the stars in the night sky, their designs divine

Tsemaye Binitie's garments flow like the Nile's stream
While Orange Culture's vibrant hues make our hearts beam
Like the great Yoruba weavers of old, they weave their magic spell
As African fashion rises, a phoenix from the shell

With every stitch, they sew our heritage anew
With every thread, they weave our stories anew
Their designs are a testament to our rich past
A celebration of our present, and a beacon for our future at last

Let us celebrate these masters of the loom
Who dress our bodies and our souls in the fabric of our room
For in their designs, our heritage comes alive
A testament to the power of African fashion, thriving and rife

May their needles never cease to weave
May their threads never cease to bind
For in the fabric of our culture, we find our strength
And in the beauty of our fashion, our souls take flight."
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