Africa is a continent where humanity’s origins lie, a place that evokes fear of remembrance. It’s a land where people hesitate to tread, feeling the weight of its history with every step. Beneath its clouds, it’s hard to imagine wandering freely, as the magnificence of the world reflects in the eyes of its people.
Their lives that seem difficult to us are enveloped in the scent of the freedom we find hard to understand or have forgotten.
Dive in your reflected land.
Unlike the vast cities where we constantly avoid feeling the emotions of those we consider sensitive and fragile, the lands of Africa are living a completely different dream—one which we cannot empathize at all. We can only gaze at it in awe.
The end of the love for freedom that emerges within anyone who gains even a glimpse of the nobility radiating from their bodies seems destined to reach a corner of this continent.
They will always be closer to the heavens than we are.
One day, we all will wish to be accepted by them.
And be a part of their nobility.
What we’ve lost the chance to understand, though it may sound bold, is that the arrogance piling up on us—due to forgetting what it means to be under the soil and rain—weakens us day by day and distances us from freedom.
Rise for all of us.
In our attempts to build another replica of the freedom we've distanced ourselves from and lost the meaning of, we overlook that what we hold as a reference is nothing more than captivity.
Farewell.
