More than the sandy beach...
Clear crystal seas second to none.
Oh the moringa soup, the onions &
tomatoes sparkle. Our garlic in deep
conversation with lady ginger...
Our people used to share a livelihood of values.
From the conquerors, to the exotic Asia & mama
Africa bestowed her beauty.
A mixture of three's, the hybrid kind of people.
Coconut π₯₯ milk flow in our cuisine.
Spices sang in our parent's, capable hands.
The island provides us, of whats needed.
To forget who we are, is loosing the identity.
To grow on what was left by the former.
Seychelle-king.
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