This post is already too long. Cartagena wouldn't hold dear to me if it was just another Spanish inquisition Museum... jotting notes of the place reminded me oh so much of my home, Togo.
Mama Africa
Oh you of rich history, legends and tales, envious to no other,
Nations of hospitality, so welcoming, duped into forsaking your own birth rights.
Oh you of morals, high and unflinching,
beliefs transcending supernatural,
Engrained into a way of life, the way of life of the motherland.
Oh you land of flourishing fauna, deep savannah,
blessed soil with minerals.
Oh you of plenty faith, banner to your identity,
that brandishes your faith, which ever it may be, as the only way.
