In the beginning there was nothing. Only boredom and Nyambé, the supreme god of the Bantu…
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.
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.
