I find my feet moving in time to the complex rhythm. The tom-tom of beating drums matches the blood pounding in my head.
At one remove, I watch appalled as this pale body of mine dances round the bonfire with no personal regard, yet I have never felt so alive!
Far from the sterile streets of London, in the heart of Africa I have found myself.
I reluctantly remove the VR headset and hand it back to Nigerian inventor.
“Well?” She asks.
I break into a smile. The African tech expo proves rewarding.
“Congratulations are in order,” I begin…