In an African tribe where strength and power gave prestige and status there was a lowly orphan boy who had no strong clan family backing, connections and potential. The only ability he had was playing the drums left to him as an inheritance by his d...
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing throbbing moment.
Unknow.
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Once upon a time, when donkeys still had horns and stones had ears there was a boy called Jesa who was an orphan the only thing he had was a drum which was left to him by his ancestors as an inheritance.
When Jesa played the drum everyone would be drawn to listen to him play, the talent was in his blood passed down from generation to generation. One day he played the drums so brilliantly he brought out all the people who where sowing seeds in their farms, which was their main source of income and work, to listen to him playing.
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This scenario attracted the attention of everyone in the village including the most beloved daughter of the chief who was considered as royalty as her father ruled the lands. The people danced, sang and just celebrated life to their hearts content. Everyone was united and one people joined together with the rhythmic flow of drums and all pretenses set aside. The chief's daughter could never imagined it possible as there was no power and status separating the people something she had longed to see. She was taken, and fell instantly in love with Jesa after watching him play the drum.
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