Things to do

Dear Africa,

This has always been for you.

Every early morning under grey skies in Tübingen.
Every drumbeat that cut through the silence.
Every child dancing barefoot to rhythms older than empire.
Every prayer whispered between tents, every journey back home in our minds—this was our letter to you.

Not written in ink, but in action.
Not sealed with stamps, but with sweat, song, and sacrifice.