Dancing is not my most prominent art but I love it! I love the art of dancing and dancers. I have always thought dancers are incredibly gifted humans (Maya Angelou is one).
I love the way dancers wiggle perfectly(sometimes imperfectly) to the rhythm of music. Their arms swing and sway in sync with their bodies. Their calculated steps and leg works make me want to tap my feet. I wonder how they command their hips to obey them. My legs don’t always obey me when I am dancing. These legs of mine rebel often. I will be silent on my hips.[ Whispers] *my hips are not like Shakira’s.
I’m swooned when I see dancers stomp-swoop-swirl-slide and jiggle.
My favorites are happy dancers: you feel their ‘happy’ when you watch them.
People express themselves on the dance floor. They don’t care whether you’re judging them or not. They dance!
‘Nothing on earth matches the heart of a dancer!’~ Bill Walsh
It’s their smile, grin(sometimes), aplomb, they love what they are doing and it shows. They want to dance. And so they dance.
The freedom they exude, that‘s the kind of freedom I desire. It’s infectious and I feel it all over my body. I want to be free with them.
I have never seen a timid dancer. They are themselves up there, even when they’re on the dance floor at the club with everyone.
They look self-actualized and that’s the beauty of dance for me.
I remember once we were in a club and my friend, Yvonne, had to dance with an awful dancer. He looked happy as he did his flying-crawling moves all over Yvonne, I am sure at a point, she wondered where he was. You’d think he was lost only for him to jump right in front of you.
That was how he was surprising us all with his peek-a-boo dance. Lol. The art of dance is pure pulchritude. It sometimes serves as comic relief.
Dance warms my soul and draws smiles on my heart.
The pleasure of watching people express themselves with dance is a feeling I can’t describe with words. You have to see it in my eyes.
Covid-19 has stopped concerts. However, as our numbers are reducing in Ghana, some restrictions are being eased. What I’d love to do, is to attend a concert. I miss attending concerts.
I don’t just show up at concerts, I participate. I cheer, scream, jeer, jump, throw my hands in the air and dance.
I dance for myself and with myself.
I miss that and I want that back.
I fondly remember my last concert and I’m glad I had my usual fun. I let myself float, with the music of course, I danced.
Covid can take a back seat now, I need to go out and dance again. I miss my awkward dance steps.
Corona Feelings by Chilombo
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