Decent short story about a man who goes to Africa and finds some really weird drum. Cool twist at the end, but is a bit of a drag before that.

In the introduction the author mentions his obsession with the band Rush, so I put on some music from Rush (drum solo), and started reading the story. It helps me understand a bit more what the author was trying to convey.

There were a few odd moments to be sure... this rich white man is daydreaming of sipping expensive Champagne in a fancy hotel, while surrounded by poor black Camaroon farmers, but he points out how peculiar he is being. In a way it is almost a punishment story - this white man dares to come here, to us, take what we give freely? No!

I feel like I could sense the end of the story, the big revelation, build up inside me. And then I thought I'd figured it out, and could breath... but the story caught me by surprise. For a short story this was a good one. Time to check out the rest of the author's works.