BENEATH THE AFRICAN STARRY CANOPY: AN EVENING OF WOVEN TALES

The sun sinks below the horizon, painting the sky with golden hues. here The air grows, carrying the scent of sweet acacia. Underneath the vast African sky, a world awakens. Ancient stories whisper on the breeze, carried by the rustling leaves of grassy savanna. The sounds of djembes resonate, weaving a spellbinding tapestry of sound. Weavers|