🌬️ I am the voice that sounds across the savanna sands

and city walls.

🌳 My roots run as deep as the baobab trees,

my spirit as wild as the northern winds.

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🪶 Harmattani Griot - they call me.

My quill-feather pen crafts lores of melanin magic.

💧 My words tumble like waterfalls,

carving canyons through silence

and forgotten histories.

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👑 I speak of kings and queens,

⚔️ Of dreamers and fighters,

🫂 Of you and me.

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🌿 Come closer and listen -

for I bring stories engraved in tribal marks and myths,

told by ancestors 🌅

and shouted by children yet unborn. 🌙

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🥁 My pen dances to the sound of Obonu drums,

and paints vivid pictures -

🌿 as wild as the jungle,

🟡 as bright as the kente cloth.

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I am here. I am now.

✦ Harmattani Griot ✦

🪶 And our story has only just begun. 🪶