She knew she was near her destination when she met pilgrims from other parts of Afrika. They gathered into a steady swelling stream, all on the same quest, all touched by the magic they were seeking. Now she looked about her. Such a multitude, everyone there filled with a spirit of co-operation, consideration and love. Occasional spontaneous outbursts of song, thousands of arms waving in the air like seaweed tossed about by gentle waves, punctuated the Old Woman's speech.
Life is a chain.
We are one. Afrika needs all her children. The forests are bare. The children have hands. They are not only mouths.