At last, Justinian and Dingo Pingo are back home in Kyamulinga, on the pineapple farm.

The boys lie in bed quietly. It has been a very busy day. They have so much to think about. There are so many problems for their mind to solve while they sleep.

Big brother Tatu is also in his bedroom. He practices songs on his French horn. In the boys’ ears, his horn sounds like the waza of Chad and Sudan, and the malakat of Ethiopia. 

They heard those horns on their travels with the amazing pineapple and the amazing blanket. Tatu’s horn sounds like the African trumpets made from animal horns, mostly ivory, or from hollowed wood. 

His songs are like those played on the kudu horn, which is actually six horns.  His songs are like those from the algaita, a Hausa wind instrument from Niger.

The boys lie in bed and hear Nyanga pan pipes that they heard during their travels. They hear the kakaki, a three metre long metal trumpet. 

These sounds of Africa in their ears allow them to travel across Africa, and through time. The music makes them to feel and see the places, even when they are not there. 

Tatu’s music takes them on their journeys again.  They travel through Africa and they travel through time.  They travel without even leaving their bed.

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