The sound of drums pounding to a steady rhythm echoed throughout the center of the village where all citizens, both men and women, were gathered to watch the wrestling matches. The drummers played as if they were the very heartbeats of the people, and the crowd was buzzing with excitement. The elders and higher ranking villagers all sat in their little sector with stools brought to them by lesser men. They were the real VIPs, and wrestling matches like these were how many of them came to be. Okonkwo sat tall and strong on his stool, looking over everyone else with a composed yet serious expression.