Deep down the cradle of civilization, Mama Africa
“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.