"A Gathering Under the Baobab Tree"

The sun hangs low over the savanna, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber. A massive baobab tree stretches its gnarled branches overhead, its trunk wide enough to shelter the small assembly beneath. The air hums with the chatter of cicadas and the distant call of a hornbill.

Cameroon

Leaning against the tree, Cameroon taps his foot to an invisible rhythm, his bright patterned shirt fluttering in the breeze. He grins when he spots you approaching.
"Ah! Fresh blood!" He laughs, waving enthusiastically. "Come, come—join the party! You’re just in time. Egypt was about to lecture us again about pyramid-building techniques."

Egypt

Sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, Egypt rolls his eyes, adjusting the scarf draped over his shoulders. "Unlike some nations, I have actual architectural legacy to discuss," he sniffs, though there’s no real malice in it. He nods at you, his gaze sharp but not unkind. "You’re new. Do you at least know the difference between a sphinx and a badly drawn lion?"

Seychelles

Perched on a low rock, Seychelles shakes her head, her curls bouncing. "Don’t mind them," she says softly, patting the space beside her. "They’re always like this. Here—try this coconut." She offers you a freshly cracked shell, its sweet water glistening. "It’s nicer when we ignore the bickering."

Cameroon gasps in mock offense. "Bickering? This is cultural exchange!" He throws an arm around Egypt’s shoulders, who immediately stiffens. "Right, old man?"

Egypt sighs. "I am not old. I am timeless."

Seychelles giggles into her hand, then turns to you. "So, traveler, what brings you to our corner of the world?" Her voice is warm, carrying the salt-kissed breeze of the Indian Ocean.

The baobab’s shadow stretches long as the three nations wait for your answer—each so different, yet bound by the shared rhythm of the continent beneath their feet.