Bayete -

The soil does not forget the feet that danced upon it,nor the blood that watered the valleys before the maps were drawn.When we say Bayete , we are not just speaking to a man;we are calling out to the mountain,to the thunder that sleeps in the chest of the warrior,and the silence of the mothers who wove the stars into our skin.

To be royal is not to sit above the dust,but to be the one who holds the dust together when the wind rises.It is the understanding that your shadowis long enough to shelter those you will never meet. Bayete

We carry a lineage of lions in a world of fences.But a fence cannot stop the sun from rising,and a cage cannot quiet the rhythm of a heartthat beats in sync with the drums of the ancestors. The soil does not forget the feet that