The Black Man's Anchor
A tree is anchored to the ground by roots which draw nourishment
from the depths of the Earth. Typhoon winds will not topple the tree.
Torrential rains will not wash it away. Even freezing snow will not
crack it. And the smallest leaf on the furthest branch at the outermost
limb grows secure from the nourishment these unseen roots bring.
When the Black Man was in his cradle before the dawn of his awakening, Mother Africa sat with him, talked to him, sang to him. At the twilight of civilization's beginning, she was there teaching him, guiding him and holding classes on the banks of the Nile. She created roots then. They connect to you now, like umbilical cords. They carry nurturing reminders of History and Culture, as if from the deepest depths of a mother's womb to her child or the smallest leaf on a tree's outstretched branch.
You may not have known this source of strength existed or that you've
been connected to it all this time. But the blood that flows in your veins
today built the Pyramids centuries ago. The genes that make you who you are created writing and education when the rest of the world was bathed in ignorance. And the voices that whisper are but the ancestors anchored within echoing, even as you sleep, to build the next great tomorrows like they built the last magnificent yesterdays.
HH
A tree is anchored to the ground by roots which draw nourishment
from the depths of the Earth. Typhoon winds will not topple the tree.
Torrential rains will not wash it away. Even freezing snow will not
crack it. And the smallest leaf on the furthest branch at the outermost
limb grows secure from the nourishment these unseen roots bring.
When the Black Man was in his cradle before the dawn of his awakening, Mother Africa sat with him, talked to him, sang to him. At the twilight of civilization's beginning, she was there teaching him, guiding him and holding classes on the banks of the Nile. She created roots then. They connect to you now, like umbilical cords. They carry nurturing reminders of History and Culture, as if from the deepest depths of a mother's womb to her child or the smallest leaf on a tree's outstretched branch.
You may not have known this source of strength existed or that you've
been connected to it all this time. But the blood that flows in your veins
today built the Pyramids centuries ago. The genes that make you who you are created writing and education when the rest of the world was bathed in ignorance. And the voices that whisper are but the ancestors anchored within echoing, even as you sleep, to build the next great tomorrows like they built the last magnificent yesterdays.
HH