Tamale the town of muezzins

This is the season of the muslim fast where the dictates of Islamic faith demand adherents to abstain from eating or drinking for a whole month. The call of the muezzins is stronger during this holy month and a town with many mosques have a distinct flavour of the call to prayer invading the sleepy mind just when the sweetnes is at it's height.Floating in the night each muezzin calls the faithful to come for prayers but the distinctness of each voice is a signiture to the diversity that we are; this is reinforced by the rhyme created by the echos invading the sleepy mind in the dead of the night. The voices would sound like a cacophony if they were not from trained vocal cords, you can pick the more experienced voices floating gently like a boat on gentle waters as well as few unrefined ones making their debut into the space that is our mind.
It reminds me of Lamu Island on the coast of Kenya on the shores of Indian ocean