(African folktale)Zolani looked at his son, seeing in him the same fire that had

(African folktale)Zolani looked at his son, seeing in him the same fire that had once driven him to greatness—and to ruin. He sighed deeply, his voice carrying the weight of his past as he replied, "Mandla, my son, the power I wielded was not true power. It was born of fear and maintained through suffering. The king is an old wise man dressed in a regal buth worn-out attire. His son is a 22 years old man dressed in a rich vibrant robes that signify his royal heritage, His son is pointing down His expression a mix of anger and pride