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Spread the Unity by Fabian Stennett


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Spread the Unity to Make the Love and Prosperity Grow


By Fabian Stennett



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In the heart of the mountains where the drums once called warriors to freedom, a new rhythm began to rise—not of war, but of unity. The elders said it was time. The youth felt it too. The wind that once whispered resistance now carried something just as powerful: hope.


Among the Maroon villages scattered across the hills, valleys, and coasts, something began to change. It started with a single gathering under the great calabash tree in Mo’Tre, where community leaders, farmers, artists, healers, and children came together—not to talk of struggle, but of building.


They came in peace.

They came with vision.

They came with open hearts.


The Circle of Trust


A fire burned at the center of the gathering, and everyone was invited to speak. Not just the loud or the known. The quiet ones. The ones who had been hurt. The ones who had left and returned. All voices mattered.


From this circle came a shared vow: “We will move as one people. We will plant love where pain once grew.”


Each village pledged to take one action that would sow unity—no matter how small. One taught traditional drum rhythms to the children of another. One shared seeds of ancient medicinal plants with a distant cousin village. One group of women taught another how to dye fabrics using marooned herbs, creating a tapestry that represented their collective stories.


The Builders of the New Way


From these acts of kindness and reconnection, a new generation of builders emerged. They weren’t just carpenters or masons—they were builders of vision, of peace, of prosperity.


They built:


Learning spaces where children could hear the stories of Queen Nanny and learn how to code.


Gardens where food and wisdom grew side by side.


Trade routes between communities so that no one had to go without when another had more.



And most importantly, they built relationships—the kind that don’t break under pressure.


The Festival of Shared Light


One year later, the villages gathered again—this time under the moonlight. It was called the Festival of Shared Light. Each village brought a lantern, hand-crafted and symbolizing the gift they gave to another community that year.


There were no speeches. Just music, food, dancing, and the laughter of people who had remembered they were never alone.


An elder named Mama June stood quietly at the edge of the circle, watching the flames flicker in each lantern. A young girl approached her and asked:


Mama June, is this what freedom looks like?”


Mama June smiled, her eyes glistening.


> “No, child. This is what unity feels like. And from unity comes all things—freedom, love, and prosperity.”


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Message from Fabian Stennett


This story is a reminder: unity is not just an idea—it’s a seed. When planted in fertile hearts, watered with trust, and nurtured by shared purpose, it grows into a garden where love and prosperity bloom for generations.


So let us spread the unity, and watch our people grow.



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