Âm thanh chia sẻ

When the fire is low… and the night is quiet… the ancestors speak. They speak not only of survival…but of greatness. They speak of kings whose names were not meant to fade… but to echo across time. Tonight… we remember one of them. Before the world mapped his name… before foreign lands spoke of his wealth… there was a man rising quietly within the vast lands of the Mali Empire. A man who would one day carry gold like dust… and change how the world saw Africa. His name… was Mansa Musa. Long befor