The beats of the Jenge thundered through the night, the echo's of the drums, lick the trees above, the sand arena is a dueling place. Fires burn hot red and liquid, coals spit at one another with violence. The warmth makes the skin buzz, a shiver runs up my back. The drug filled orgy grows as people gather. They watch as the phsycodelic, color filled mists flow above, Immersed in awe, all is peaceful and for a moment, life is but a glimmer.
