C34 A devil

Upbeat music emanated from the bungalow. Inside, noises of all forms competing for the centre stage. The sounds of people chattering, the guffaw of drunken men, the loud sound coming from the jukebox and the clinking of bottles. The men, all in their twenties chatted heartily. Some form of excitement going on.

“We gon' paint the streets red. Blue, black whatever colour we can think of