I looked up from the bracelet on my wrist to see that the old chieftain was watching us intently. He raised his hand, then crooked his index finger to beckon us forward towards the crowd.
All of a sudden, music burst out around us. I saw that some of the villagers around us were holding drums, while others had what looked like flutes lifted to their lips. Those not engaged in playing a tune or drumming a beat had broken out into dance, and I halted mid-step, taken aback by the whirling mass of activity that had sprung up around me.
The music alone was like nothing I had heard before. It was not sophisticated like what a proper orchestra would produce, and neither was it like the bubblegum sweet, saccharine over-tuned mess that passes for pop music on the radio nowadays. It was a simple m
