In a small, lively village in southwestern Nigeria, where the sun painted the rooftops gold and the air danced with music, lived a curious boy named Tunde. He loved to play near the market square, where drummers made rhythms that could make even the trees sway.

One afternoon, while exploring his grandfather’s old hut, Tunde found a dusty drum hidden under a mat. It looked ordinary — until it spoke...

“Tunde...” the drum whispered softly. “Play me, and I’ll tell you the stories of our people.”

Tunde’s eyes widened. “Stories?” he asked, his fingers brushing the smooth, carved surface of the drum. The air around him seemed to hum with excitement.

With a deep breath, he lifted the drum and tapped it gently. At first, only a soft thump echoed. But then, the sound grew, and Tunde felt the rhythm moving through him.