Tonight I danced along side a tall, lean Maasi woman with strings of beads hanging from various holes in her ears while the sunset behind us over the Indian Ocean.
A local dance and drum troupe was performing in the square and I had great friends from Ethiopia visiting with their children so after playing on the playground, we decided to go dancing.
It's amazing how differently we are raised to move our bodies. The Tanzanian dancers shook it like no-body's business. It make all the kids shake it too. And then the dancers would break from their moves and grab someone sitting and watching. Crazy man dancer in clothes which I can only describe as looking like dreads grabbed and pulled me to the middle. My approach, monkey see, monkey do (me being the monkey) and gave my best shot at mimicking him moves.
Later, while they were singing, I got grabbed and pulled up again. This time along with a Maasi woman, whose dancing is completely different. Maasi are jumpers. So I jumped too.
And then I danced my way out of there and on to dinner.
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