Musings of Mama Africa.

It’s a breathtaking dawn, promising a beautiful morning filled with bright rays of sunshine. 
Deep down the cradle of civilization, Mama Africa stirs, and gently wakes up her children. She looks over them, as proud as any mother can be, and beams majestically. 
“Yes”, she shouts. My children have done well by me. They overcame all challenges and obstacles to flourish all over the world”.
She closed her eyes, and could faintly hear them chanting with an alluring strength and pride.

She heard —>

I am the black one, conceived and cared for in the cradle of civilization.

I am the proud warrior who wrestles with the lions and dines with the hyenas.