Punch Drum Love

So last night we was trying to throw another party since the first one was so slamming, and we had nothing better to do. However unbenounced to us the guy with all the sound equipment was in a meeting so we sat and waited. In our waiting a freind named Kawawa managed to get his hands on a drum and began serenating us with intricate African rhythms. As intruiged as I'm sure you imagined me to be, I quickly located another drum with a much bassier sound and joined in. Since a human beings life relies on rhythm, that is the rhythm of the heart beat, I thought it appropraite to beat the bass in accordance to my own. Our drumming reverberated through the hall and a crowd developed. More people started joining in, including an Umusungu (white girl) from the UK.
The drumming got louder and more intense and chairs, walls, knees, guitars and other people all became instruments of rhythm. We jammed for a good half an hour before our hands became swollen and our ears were satisfied. It was a gloriously sponteneous event.
Afterwards I went and had a conversation with the English gal, the first conversation I ever really had with her, which was nice. I've developed a bit of a fancy for this englishwoman, because she too is extremely musically gifted and passionate. Wonderful singer, guitarist, floutist, drummer and composer; natrually I found myself attracted. A friendship I'm sure with bare many musical fruits.

The day ended in the rain.