Luo Tales

I was roused from my nap by the sound of people shouting and screaming. Sitting up in the back seat of the car, I looked outside the window. I was met with the sight of men leading bulls, brandishing spears, branches, and sticks. Women danced and threw their hands in the air; the children mostly ran around but joined in the singing and stamping of feet. The window was rolled halfway down, and I could feel the air thick and heavy. The voices rose in wails, heavy with pain that