The drum (Engoma) like in many African tribes forms a major part of the sacred traditions. The sounds of drum, music and dance is rivaled by almost nothing in popularity, it never stops being in vogue, it is the greatest crowd puller!

During the time of Njwanga when kings ruled Buhaya in their highly respected Kingdoms, the King was referred to as the Drum (Habuka Engoma) (Obuso bwe Ngoma) were the highest greeting to the King. The throne is also referred to as Engoma - the Drum. When the King wanted to call audience of his people a large drum well known to every body was sounded. Typical of a drum the sound went across the hills and valleys, The rivers and streams, over the banana plantations, grass glades and scrubland. The people in their villages immediately knew the sounding of the Kings drum. Depending on the season of the year they put together whatever they had and set off to the Kings palace with gifts. To listen to this Godly being that was their King. Human essence has so much appreciation of music and dance so much that it soothed people even through challenges and struggles of life, so it has been for the people of Njwanga in Bukoba Kamachumu as it would any other people on the face of their homeland. That sound of the lone instrument, the drum, the lyrics one heard while sitting with Grandmother or Grandfather around a fire in the kitchen.

The smell of boiling bananas and the aroma of banana leaf that was the lid on the banana cooking pot blended together to form everlasting favorites memories. Memories of a culture that made resolve in a language poetic or otherwise to pass on from one generation to another. What was on at Njwanga's admittedly can only be felt and the stretched imagination can only take place when one is where it all used to happen. There is no interpretation or remote sensing that can come close to reality of the essence of the dramatic culture of these people.

In general dance went along with celebration, joy and in teachings. Dance turned out to be a display of spontaneous willingness to perform to the best of capacity. In this culture any energy stored in the body is not reserved, mind and body working in unison to commemorate the movements to the thondrous but sweet melody and rhythm of drums of ancestors that the music of Buhaya is surpassed by only a few. No wonder Saida Karoli a young daughter of this land, became world famous in a mater of months of her initial recording. Drum, music and dance are the reminder of one's well being. When beaten, before one knows, they will be on the floor jumping and throwing hands, moving the head in all directions and look at the back bone as though a show of how it can hold the body together that was otherwise going to have its pieces flying in all directions. It is not a chaotic movement but rather a very attractive pattern and rhythm.

The climax of the moment generates into intense heated applause a feeling shared by all present to create yet another reason of unity in this small but rich society.

In Njwanga's dynasty songs were sang and there are the classic deep favourites of belittling those who do nonsense, praising Buhaya - Bukoba, Kihanja, Kiziba, Kyamutwara or Ihangiro. So it is and so it was on the face of this native land of our mother Africa in Tanzania.