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Africa

The mother of the black child, the black tribe, the black generation.
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Conceived in the womb of her youthfulness,

Her children nourished, marinated with and in her essence,

Giving off a fragrance, a flavour, and a sweetness peculiar to her people.

A land of salient merchants, warriors, scholars, the wise and noble,

A race of flawless beauty, a radiantness as of polished black diamond, the aura of her swarthy complexion,
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A breed of people with strange understanding, and an in-depth sophistication extruding advanced civilization.

Africa's Redefinition,

Established on Life and Truth

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