The enigmatic bleeps and bloops form a steady march of fuss in the beginning with the train-like force of the thunderous drum beats. This ongoing mass of movement keeps it's momentum with a manic search party, stops into a pondering stillness in the middle and compelts the troops to regroup. After a new centralization, the brigade gets a new focus and begins it's fresh function with a fixation to the close encounter around the corner.

The lenghty ending describes the chaotic panic of fear and hope in the cluster of entities zig zagging endlessly in the field of squeaky and whiny background noise. The emerging grizzle and incessant creating feels like it will never stop, subjecting the distant onlookers to the vision of boundless havoc.

In other words: Boko Haram! Western education is forbidden!