Pre-Colonial Africa 1-3

In the heart of the motherland, discipline was our shield and pride was our guiding

spear. We celebrated our identity with a rhythm that mirrored the very beating

heart of the earth. Nights were long and peaceful, under a sky

that whispered ancient secrets of safety. We planted the seeds of our future,

rooted deeply in freedom and the richness of our soil. But shadows began

to gather on the horizon, a silent warning of the tides to come.

Before the chains, there was a land alive, whole, and draped in

the golden light of dignity.