A deep laugh thundered from my chest as I mirrored their moves and styles, creating a replica of the weird dances. I could feel the hard beats and tremors of the drums inside but I didn't care, the dance was much more fulfilling and at last I was called out of the line.
It was my turn to drink the strange liquid and I became wary of everything once my gaze fixated on it.
An unidentifiable colour with an uncanny scent but I had asked for it though. In a flash I downed the liquid and it clipped my throat in a harsh and unexpected trail. How had Bankole managed to drink it all, not to talk of the dizzy clouds that washed over my eyes when I stood up.
I had to blink a few times to clear the fog and it took some minutes before I could even steady my steps but afterwards, I felt more alive.