Shamanic cries and a worship. You find yourself rhythmically aligned and rolling to the beat of the drum in no time.
You can feel the jungle, the birds, the monkeys and the organic sound slowly permeates through your body. Gradually you feel a greater and greater sense of connection with something, perhaps the motherland herself. The colour of the African Rainforest stains your mind, but will she permit you entry. The motherland can be harsh and unforgiving, only the bravest can venture within and stand to tell the tale. The jungle trial through a palace of uncertainty, but at the end of your journey the sun shines down on you through the treetops giving a vision of clarity and renewed hope for the challenges of the day.
Hearing this you have persevered the motherland and now you can handle anything.