Ode to my roots

The rivers of Africa run in my veins. The rhythm of its music shakes my legs. The sun above Virunga glows on my face. Cocoa and Shea butter protect my soul’s vase. From Togo to Congo, this is the trace for many years of migrations before I was created. I am daughter of Nigeria, of Ògún and Ọ̀ṣun. I don’t fear blows because I am a warrior like Queen Amina who for reign was born. I am a child of Africa with honor, therefore, no one will lower my banner.

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