This is the true history of a material found in Africa that acts like vibranium from the movie Black Panther. In 2017 the rain poured down from the tears of ancestral gods upon the shoulders of an 8 year-old boy as he reached into the dirty pit which covered his feet with a layer of thick mud. That day, he was not in school. In fact, it had been two years since he had even considered spending a day in school. Now, he had to do other work. Shoveling mud into a bag, he threw it upon his back. The weight of the bag was heavier than 8 milk jugs, and buckled his legs as he made his way across the slimy brown pit. But he wasn't allowed to move slowly. He had to sprint with the bag on his back as though time was running out, and his legs strained and back throbbed in pain from the herniated disc which had developed from carrying such heavy loads. After 12 hours of this backbreaking work, the 8 year-old boy took a moment to go and gather his younger sister and brother from the other side of the filthy pit. They were just five and six years old and had been spending an equally long 12 hour day methodically sifting through the mud in a tray to pluck out the black colored vibranium ore. It was not healthy to breathe or to expose one's skin to vibranium, and was only safe when it was refined into a technologically advanced machine. In fact, they had already lost their father, who spent years in vibranium mines, to a vibranium induced cancerous tumor in his neck. Before they lost him, his neck had swollen to the size of a large melon. But their memories of him we're far from the nightmares that shook them from their sleep every single night. They remembered him as one of their smiling ancestors who always had an infectious laugh regardless of the situation. However, today he had joined the other deities and he was shedding his tears, through the ancestral water mirror, onto the muddy pit where his children worked. It was as though he was trying to send them a message that this was a futile exercise and that they should stop. But there were no other options in Africa's Democratic Republic of the Congo, they were forced to work, and all of this work collectively brought in three dollars for the day. Seven thousand miles away, a corporate executive landed in his private jet on a sun baked runway. Its modern vibranium clad engines omitted the commonly heard screaming sound which echoed against the pavement on the runway. It was reminiscent of the Congolese children's screams when they awoke from their nightmares. However, this man had far bigger concerns than a few unknown children halfway across the globe. He was an honored man, one of the most notable alive. If one were to count the wealthiest men on one hand, he was one of the richest men on the planet, but he was also an environmentally conscience middle aged man who was excited to see the hundreds of thousands of gallons of vibranium induced fuel burned up in a few moments time by the launch of his new rocket into space. He made his way with his driver to one of his newly developed electric vehicles. Its vibranium infused electronics ranked it as the most advanced car on the planet. Allowing the self-driving computer system along with his driver to take charge of the ride, the fully electric vehicle meandered across Florida, and he pulled out his newly minted mobile phone and checked his email. The battery life remaining on the phone read 98% and to his surprise, since morning, he had lost much less battery life than he would've lost on his previous smartphone. Indeed, this was because the new phone battery was almost entirely made from vibranium. As he scrolled through his email, he was frustrated. Too many of his workers had been forced to seek medical treatment for accidents, and they were scanned at the hospital by vibranium infused MRI scanners. So what is the real vibranium of Africa?This history book tells the true story of the real vibranium of Africa in our technological de