blood of Martyrs.

The battlefield of African culture has the blood of tremendous martyrs flowing on it. This blood has been the source of life to the seed of liberation buried in the inner sanctum of all her beloved children. They say the Ink of a Scholar is holier than the blood of a martyr, but that same blood nourishes our continent's body that's endowed with beautiful sunsets, rivers, and springs that never run dry. I feel the pulse of the soils of Africa as the soles of my feet touch her ground. The voice of her ancestors is like the rumbling thunder that precedes blinding flashes of lightning. 

Alas, her terrestrial communities, 

though they were dry bones in the valley of deception and ignorance, 

their resurrection has had its inception. 

The ones that walked in darkness have seen a Great Light.