Excerpts from Dear Africa, my beloved Eden,

With each
sunrise you see the footprints of your lost children trailing into the vast reaches of a deepening sea. You reflect on those who took your young and on your helplessness in reaching out to comfort them.


Dear one,
raise your gaze to peer West over the vast waters to where the water joins land. Do you see the footprints of your progeny leading from the sea to land masses?


At long last, Dear Africa,
your forlorn distant children have congealed into an ethnic people. I, Medensa, am that people. 


 
Soon and glorious, dear Eden,
will be that day when we will embrace on your soil and declare to all persons and all nations that your lost children are found.


We are together
for the peaceful inclusion in all that our planet has to offer. We are together and no one dare try to separate us ever again.


Lovingly yours,
Medensa
By Tanner M. George, Sr.
Founder of Medensa