The Song of the Baobab

In the heart of Africa, where the red earth breathes stories and rivers whisper forgotten songs, there was a village named Nzanziba. It lay at the foot of a great baobab tree, so old that its roots touched the bones of ancestors long past. The villagers believed the tree was the guardian of their fates, its hollow trunk containing the spirit of the First One, the wise elder who had seen the dawn of humanity…