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We walked out to a queue of kids, dressed in white and black uniforms, all bearing smiles on each of their faces.

Amongst them was a boy, stood at a side, a mid-sized drum hanging from his neck, while hands went beating down on it with the drum sticks in his hold.

“Hello”

One of the kids had pulled forward, soon making his way over to Nia, who bore a smile that wasn’t ready to make leave of that entrancing face of hers any time now.

It was a young boy with such rich brown eyes that was enough to have the attention anyone close to him.

The moonlight which reflected onto his brown skin, gave perfect view, revealing the features of his profile, while he drew to us.

I watched the eyes of Nia beam on at the boy, while receiving the handshake he had presented onto her, and then giving a slight bow to both of us, he went back joining the formation.

Judging by the way he moved around, speaking to the rest, one could tell he was the leader of the group.

And with a snap of his fingers, t