"Er, I don't drink."
"Oh."
The collective disappointment caused silence. Kazi stood there awkwardly. He summoned a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. "But I would love to hear some drums!"
The excitement shot up again. Kazi laughed, tugged and pulled by the Yumboes. They brought him to a large straw-bale dwelling. The door was half his size so he was forced to crawl through. Once he was seated inside, the Yumboes wasted no time in fetching sabar drums, crafted from animal skins stretched over hollowed-out logs. A precursor to the modern sabar. With a nod from Coumba, who sat beside Kazi, the drumming began.
The next hour was rowdy. It was a different type of loudness and rowdiness from the factory. His shoulders relaxed. His smile became natural. Kazi wasn't much of a dancer and tilted his head left and right. It was a lovely hour, indeed.
If only the peace lasted.
