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The sun is setting, herd boys are returning home with their valuable charge of cattle and goats worth more in Africa than the gold in King Solomons mines.The spears they carry bear testimony to the harsh reality that death is always only a heart beat away.
Sunset is feeding time for the great preditors of Africa, in the distance a lion roars to inform his lionesses that the king is hungry and they must begin their hunt, the springboks ears prick up they become more alert for they know that this evening may be their last on the lush plains they call home.

The flames from the many fires burning in the kraal (village) start their eerie dance to the beat of african drums.
Young bare breasted virgins begin their ritual dance as if in answer to the firey invitation.For tonight many young boys are going to be initiated into men and they will choose their wives.
The Inkosi (chief) sits with his indunas (elders) drinking beer and nodding his approval, for he knows his ancestors are proud of his tribe - the sangoma (witchdoctor) had told him that very afternoon after throwing the bones.
The sangoma appears dressed in her full regalia of beads and skins, pulsating to the throbing beat of the drums, as the tempo increases she goes deeper and deeper into a state of trance.The new men lead the sacrificial cow in and proceed to slaughter it - for tonight is theirs. Let the feast begin, much beer is drunk - a feast is had by all, at the end of the evening the young men choose their wives and return to their newly built kraals to continue their African destiny.
All is now still except for the baying of the scavanging hyenas as if laughing at the false sense of security that engulfs Africa in the quite hours that belong to the gods and ancestors and as the fires dying embers finaly turn to ashes a new day is born in Africa.

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