Dakar, beacon of our hopes

Land of heritage of Cheikh Anta Diop and Youssou N'Dour, cradle of our roots, it is with your pen that our story is written.

It is under your sky that everything begins. Our first words, our first steps, our first dreams, our first farewells. From our earliest childhood, carried away by the ambitious dreams of our parents, eager to see us conquer the world, we left you to spread our wings to new lands. Some set sail towards the vastness of America, or towards old Europe; others for distant lands. All with the hope of one day returning to you, heads held high, to make you proud of our successes and our accomplishments.

The writing of our unique story begins in Mermoz Sacré-Cœur, this lively borough nestled on the West Coast of the Cape Verde Peninsula in Dakar. Despite the tender age of our early departures, you brilliantly managed to seize a piece of our heart and never let it go. Each summer return is thus akin to a trip back to the homeland, reviving memories and sensations anchored in every fiber of our being. A breeze from the west of your corniche, smiles exchanged in the street with perfect strangers, the freshness of your vegetables and the flavor of your seafood reserved for Thiep, your afternoon « ataya » tea ceremonies.

Even thousands of miles away, the echo of the Atlantic still carries your essence and the soul of your shores to us.

You shaped our identity, making us ambassadors of your culture, bearers of a spirit and a courage that transcends borders. Your charisma, Dakar, is a light whose radiance evokes admiration and respect.

Honored to be your children, we proudly bear your name and colors. We promise to tell your story to the four corners of the world, because Dakar, you always remain our unwavering landmark, our refuge, our comfort. This quest for success only exists through the desire to return to you, enriched and accomplished, animated by the will to contribute to your brilliance. Dakar, as we stand as witness to this timeless truth: no matter how far away life may take us, our roots always remind us there’s no place like home.

Engraved in gold letters,