Safeguarding our heritage.
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I talk about beauty, I talk about splendor, I am the voice that speaks loudly, a horn that howls easily and a bell that rings softly. I speak of a crown, I talk about mama land, I talk about Africa. Let me take you to this luster of green vegetations, trees and shrubs, the air that once used to make people dream and fall in love, beautiful water that flows everywhere bringing life and prosperity. Waterfalls that roar louder than thunder, a sign of boldness that resides in African hearts. The sky is crystal clear, it blows away bad humor and you won’t see or will feel this anywhere else. Whenever you hear about Africa just understand it as the truest meaning of natural beauty in all senses of that word. Oooh, wait I wish this was for today, I hate to say it out loud but probably mother nature is angry with us. Water that used to bring life and prosperity is now flowing angrily sweeping away everything and destroying lives. Tears of the homeless are as much as the floods that destr