Baskadia

In the heart of Africa, where stories take their flight,
There exists a sacred tradition, a beacon of light.
Griots, the guardians of tales untold,
In their voices, our history unfolds.

With wisdom passed down through countless years,
They bridge the past to quell our fears.
In the rhythm of their words, a vibrant song,
A legacy of courage, ancient and strong.

Their voices resonate like a drum's steady beat,
As they gather the tales, both bitter and sweet.
They sing of heroes, battles, and strife,
Weaving the tapestry of our African life.

Through trials and triumphs, they've carried the weight,
Of stories that time could never abate.
In their eyes, the wisdom of ages past,
Their words, a treasure, destined to last.

They paint our past with colors so bold,
In the stories they tell, our history's unfold.
With Griots' echo, we hear the old ways,
Preserving our heritage, through countless days.

They teach us that history is more than the past,
It's a living, breathing thing, bound to last.
In their storytelling, a bond we create,
With our ancestors, whose spirits await.

So, let us celebrate these storytellers so wise,
Whose voices are echoes of African skies.
They are the torchbearers, the guides on our quest,
Guardians of our legacy, the very best.

In Griots' echo, our hearts find their song,
In their tales, our identity is strong.
They are the storytellers, keepers of our lore,
In their words, our African soul we restore.
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