Dear Mother Africa,
You speak in diverse tongues with every sound, word, tone and rhythm passing a message to the young and old.
You adorn yourself with corals, beads, tie and dye prints, Ankara, the white chalk and black ash showcasing the beauty you possess.
The meaning in your colours portray so much that needs to be translated, transcended and never forgotten.
My mother’s mother spoke of tradition, my mother speaks of culture, I speak of urban and trends, my daughters will probably speak of epic and who knows…
May we never forget the wealth in our breath, the art in our dance, the heritage in our tales, the rhythm in our tongues, the taste in our meals, the colour of our skin and our true identity with humanity.
Your loving daughter, Ivara