This sounds good: Afrocyberpunk reviews the debut novel of Deji Olukotun, Nigerians in Space:
“He wouldn’t hit golf balls like the American astronauts. He would
squeeze out rhythms from a talking drum into the blackness between the
stars. These were the drums of war and death, of celebration, the drums
that had bonded the towns of his homeland over centuries in tonal
communication… He would bind the stars with the drums. There would be
dancing.”
