Heritage Love
Under the ancient baobab tree, Ayo traced the carved initials on its bark—his grandfather’s name beside his grandmother’s. Stories of their love had been whispered through generations, a bond forged in moonlit dances and shared laughter by the river.
Now, with the same fire in his heart, Ayo turned to Nia, the girl whose eyes mirrored the deep, knowing wisdom of their ancestors. He took her hand.
“This tree holds their love,” he said softly. “Let it hold ours too.”
Nia smiled, pressing her palm against the bark. Beneath the vast African sky, another love story took root.
