To relieve the boredom around him, Nyambé starts to play a sanza and sings and dances joyfully. The first note creates the sun, then the moon and then the village and the continents… All goes well until he hits a false note: the birth of man, woman, and a throng of children: white, black, yellow, red, blue, violet, striped, spotted… And this is why the Bantu don't care about skin color because they know that all humans sprang forth from the same sanza.