Sweet Africa!

Sweet Africa!

We all come from the desert root of the African tree. Generations embarked away from the motherland for other sights to see. Some crafted other empires and some found slavery and diease. All I know Africa is no matter how light my roots have become over time, You'll always be apart of me. Some may have forgotten that this is where the biblical and mythology started, but somehow your roots we all will always be apart of. Do you remember the words that you spoke as you held my hand? "No matter how hard you struggle child be proud that I'm in your veins. For that is where I'll always remain." And Africa these are the veins you're still a part of. The ingredients that recreates history. You're continental curves define the world's biggest mysteries. I'm proud to be a root and your sister tree. The Odysseys or your life breeds epically. The waves of oceans come to me in dreams endlessly. Sweet Africa, I hear your name calling to me. From time of Gilgamesh, to Egyptian pyramids and pharaohs, to the people of Noah, the surviving slave trade and modern day, You still find strength along the way. Sweet Africa