KIZOMBA
SATURDAY
Oblivious to the rain that pounds the ground
outside, they dance away...
Swaying to the Kizomba dance that holds them captive
to the steps and romance of the dance, they step, step and tap. In rhythm to
the beat, slaves of the music. Holding their partners in close proximity, La casa dances away.
Today the
crowd is not the usual self. Normally it’s crowded with guys spoilt for choice
at the abundance of ladies within. Today we are evenly matched. Everyone has a partner
and the dance floor is not crowded. A casual observer will be enthralled at the
six couples that patronize the dance floor.
Deno with Daisy taking her through the motions. Seemingly
engrossed in concentration so deep he might have been carried away by the soft
Kizomba beat, he is willing away the music in the farthest corner. Daisy in a purple
polka dot dress holds onto him almost for dear life. Dancing is a matter of
trust in those fleeting moments she seems totally resigned to him.
Vinn and Elvlia, Vinn tucks experience into his belt and leads
in a pattern of steps that dip and sway Elvia to his every whim. They move and
almost in slow motion to the beat that has clearly arrested them taking away
all their attention. Elvia has her eyes closed.
Belinda joins me, smiling as always! We hold, assuming
the dancer stance and as the first beat goes, we step. I lead, getting lost in
utopia as the music takes root. In between snatches or reality as the songs are
changed and the culminating points as the climaxes ride over and over in a loop
as the perambulations of the moments hold us!
The other couples are lost in the moment. Almost frozen
in a slow movie. Ibra joins later on, almost as we are finishing. Heck! Let’s
dance on its raining. He is clearly a master at what he does taking Mercy through
the motions and leaving us spell bound at how such a small guy can do that to a
lady twice his size! But then his prowess tells.
The rains have spoilt what could rather have been a
perfect afternoon. The usual suspects have turned out in a quarter the usual
number. As the session dies away, the members congregate near the speaker and
leave the floor to but a few couples. The tired dancers, a mixture of the
almost perfect, the perfect and the novices wipe away the sweat from their
brows and watch as the rest dance.
We began dancing a scant crowd. Of the originals,
only handful remains, over the days, new faces have joined and others have
left, the remaining dancers are a close knit community which am almost leaving.
I wish I had more time to learn all that has been lost on me.
This I’m going to Miss!
@mossetti
good stuff
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