Untamed world of wild landscapes, akin to the lands in which the gods reside.
Kinship to one another but ruled by lower passions of wickedness, lust and greed, O Mother African teach us the way to innate harmony.
Unborn ethics, rule of the beast, removed from innate wisdom, survival of the fittest, only for food and personal pleasure is the theme.
The old corrupt the young, they teach lessons of fear, superstition and greed. They feast to their stomach full, they bow and worship the ungodly traits, plunging the lands deeper to instabilities.
A movie theater, a setting for all characters, were vile performances are shamelessly displayed. The curtain arises slowly, the drama unfolds: Political instabilities, tribal wars, child soldiers, dwindling economies, tyrants and unprepared rulers.
Power is the center stage, intolerance has the lower stage, both reck havoc in whom to run the show. Corruption is stealthly dismantling the set, slowly taking over the golden mane.
O Mother Africa, land of beautiful plains, nimble zebras, buffalos, enduring elephants; kingly lion’s that roar like the heavy laden rains. Plains filled with monkeys, baboons, silly clown hynenas and warthogs.
But this is not the final stage play, these beautiful land setting are created by Mother Nature and all is in her accordance. Now! Predators and scavengers, tyrants and kings, oppressed and dejects, lift up your heads for the new is approaching.