Poto's entertainment of choice was music. He was an avid collector of vinyl records and spent hours listening to everything from classical to jazz to rock. His favorite artists were the ones who pushed boundaries, who experimented with sound and challenged the status quo. He loved attending concerts and festivals, where he would dance with abandon, feeling the rhythm pulsing through his veins.

Bala was not a chief, nor a politician. He was the Poto Mukung —the undisputed master of the clear, fiery brew that made men forget their debts and women dance until their slippers wore thin. His real name was lost years ago, buried under the praise-sings of night crawlers.