Her skin, caramel and chocolate, sometimes light and charming, other times dark and Shining. She carries her badge so well, though the name "Africa" gives her awkward stares and backward glares, she doesn't relent for her mission is one and her children must be United. Shaving her head and stealing her sons, they exchange her culture for fanatical religion and name for shame. Leaving the rubrics of muted voices and little choices, they ride on their white horses with her precious diamonds glistening in the sun as Victors they claim to be. Yet, ready to shield the outlaws from the city, she envelopes her children in her arms, maintaining her peace against all odds.