BENEATH THE AFRICAN STARRY CANOPY: AN EVENING OF WOVEN TALES

The sun descends below the horizon, painting the sky with fiery hues. The air cools, carrying the scent of campfire smoke. Underneath the immense African sky, a world comes alive. Ancient myths dance on the breeze, carried by the rustling leaves of acacia trees. The beats of drums pulsate, weaving a captivating tapestry of sound. Craftsmen| ski