KAA of the Great Kalahari

The stars were falling to the ground and dancing back to the skies in the sparkles of the fire. One could not really tell which were stars and which were sparks from the fire. The tribe was all assembled, some sitting and others standing around the burning logs. The fire’s light lit up their bronze faces and friendly eyes. Dancing in unison, their voices were soft, and one could hear the jingling sound of the beads around the ladies’ ankles as they moved in the sand. Their song seemed to melt into the smoke and embers floating in the Kalahari skies...