In Douala's heart, where Wouri's waters flow,

A bustling rhythm pulses through the streets,

Where palm trees sway and vibrant markets glow.

The estuary's embrace, where ocean meets,

Reveals a city rich in history's tale,

From Portuguese shores to colonial feats.

Once Kamerun's capital, proud and hale,

Douala thrived as trade winds swept the shore,

Slave ships departed, laden with their wail.

Now, economic currents surge once more,

A hub of commerce, cocoa, coffee, and oil,

Where cultures blend, and vibrant spirits soar.

Douala, where the Atlantic waves uncoil,

Your tropical beat echoes through time's coil.