[Spoken Word - Deep Bass Narrator, slow, powerful] The jar burst. Tomorrow poured out like smoke, like doves. It fell into every house. Into every ear. [Choir - soft background, wordless, distant] Tomorrow... tomorrow... [Spoken Word - Narrator, warm laugh] Nyame laughed. Kweku, you wanted one Tomorrow for yourself, and you gave one to everyone. [Spoken Word - Narrator, moral, slower] And that is why we say Tomorrow. Sometimes it makes us lazy. Sometimes it gives us hope. And that is why Anansi still hangs, upside down, mending his web.
