Zvinyorwa zvakabatanidzwa

Come closer, child… Let me tell you a story the ancestors once told. Long before books were written… long before kingdoms rose and fell… there was a fire. It was lit thousands of years ago… around the first storytelling circles. Through wars… through long journeys… through generations yet unborn…

Come closer, child… Let me tell you a story the ancestors once told. Long before books were written… long before kingdoms rose and fell… there was a fire. It was lit thousands of years ago… around the first storytelling circles. Through wars… through long journeys… through generations yet unborn… that fire was never allowed to die. Today… it still lives. It lives in our music. In our laughter. In the strength that carries us forward. Because the ancestors did not leave us ashes… They left