Kofi Ndiaye D9 [CBD #1 Done]

Every day is worth the struggle.

He's been a fighter since birth; pushing himself to limits beyond his own capabilities. Growing up in a home mixed with infighting and strong personalities, he's found solace in history, in myth, in a dream. A place where the fighting no longer has to be and he can be just himself. There's a lot of pain to push through, but he manages every day. Finds himself in the factories working at menial task after menial task. Firing up ceramics until the day he dies, but he loves it in it's own way. The smell of clay always was a comfort; a piece of his history lasting through all the years. Except, Panem makes everything the same. Mass production of the ceramics as if they were meant to be just the most plain object ever.

Panem didn't know what true beauty looked like. Days spent sneaking in late at night and creating masterpieces with his own hands. Dried clay always lingering along the ridges of his palms. And every Saturday, he brings in a new piece with a tale that he's been studying through countless books that share only a small fraction of the information they used to. Tales that Panem tried to burn away for years. Except, history and culture always last. No matter what anyone else wanted. It would always last.

This was his solace. His place. His home.

The Pan-African Saturday School would always be.