Ubuntu

In the glow of the fire

The mask watches. It is carved from dark wood, its eyes deep as night. In Africa, they say a mask it reveals you. It calls out the part of you that you’ve forgotten, the one that holds your true strength.

The mask was met in visions

In the deep green silence of the rainforest. Ayahuasca took the subconcious apart, piece by piece, until only truth remained. It showed that Superpawa isn’t about speed or muscle — it’s about finding the force you were born with, and daring to use it. To wake it, support it, feed it, and share it.

Later, standing in a village where mornings began with song, where work and joy were the same thing, and where Ubuntu — I am, because we are, was not a phrase, but the air everyone breathed. We carried home the taste of their berries, the scent of their roots, the fire in their stories.

We decided to weave those worlds together. The plant wisdom that saved a life, the community that lit my heart, and the science that makes it last.

Every can carries the mask, not as decoration, but as a mirror. Look into it, and you’ll see the part of you that is ready. The part that knows: your power was never gone. It was waiting

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