You like hot rhythms flowing out of real big boxes, don’t you?
Well than this is your site!

This site tells the spectacular story of Tom Tom, the Kratom-Kratom drummer boy. It is a true story and it started in the 19th century in what today is Nigeria.

There our Kratom-Kratom boy was born in a tiny hamlet of the Fulbe tribe and given the name Wayussi. His parents were herd’s people, as it was the custom among the Fulbe.

Already at a very early age Wayussi showed his extraordinary talent for drumming and rhythms. In fact it is reported that his mother complained that even at an age of barely three months tiny Wayussi would start beating complex rhythms on her breasts when she was feeding him.

It was his mother who started to call him Kratom-Kratom, following the first rhythms he played for her on her tits.

He kept this name throughout his life. Only his closest friends were later allowed to call him Kratom, or Tom Tom, or even just Tom.

Kratom-Kratom soon became the village drummer boy, sitting at the village meeting place with a big drum and making kratom-kratom, whenever there was a reason to call people together - or actually was not, mostly…

At this point in time our knowledge about Kratom-Kratom probably had ended - had it not been for the Arabian slave traders who one day attacked this Fulbe village to catch more of their human goods.

That very day Kratom-Kratom beat rhythms that were so fierce, so complicated and weird that the slave traders became totally puzzled, disorientated, they lost their way and orientation and left the village unharmed.

Kratom-Kratom followed them and searched what precious items they might have lost on their way.

He found a bag with unknown dried leaves the traders had carried from a voyage to the East.

Kratom-Kratom tried the leaves. They were bitter. And then something strange happened…

This is where the real story starts: the Kratom-Kratom drummer boy meets the Kratom.