Boys, standing on one leg, stork-like, watch the cattle. The sound of the drum is lower, the rhythm changes to a faster beat. The chiefs and the witch doctors appear in their loin skins. Spectators in their white robes and red fezes surround the field. The morning dew has contained the red dust for now.
All life awaits the rainy season.
Today will be hot and sultry. Young male participants are in the wings, waiting to come to centre stage. Young unmarried females appear in their leather skirts, bangles, bracelets and paint. Their hair plaited, they bob in time with the drum beat. Jingle, jingle, boom, boom, jingle-boom.