Under the mid day sun, the drums beat
\nThe music – entrancing
\nThe young women – feet floating
\nMen young and old – admiring
\nLittle girls admire their beads<\/p>\n
The pace is exciting
\nThe tune is enchanting
\nThe atmosphere expectant
\nThe old men nod in the shade
\nTransported to days of their youth<\/p>\n
Little streams of water
\nFrom foreheads and under armpits
\nGlinting like glass
\nSalty taste in the mouth
\nSmiling faces all around\u00a0<\/p>\n
The mood – attracting
\nThe movements – intoxicating
\nAll things new from the earth
\nThe smell of wondrous food
\nWomen stirring huge pots to the rhythm of the beat<\/p>\n
I look on in awe
\nTentative steps on the edge
\nThe smile – inviting
\nThe hand – outstretching
\nBeckoning one and all<\/p>\n
The circle – embracing
\nThe songs – uplifting
\nAm I really dancing?
\nTomorrow – backbreaking
\nBut today, – breathtaking<\/p>\n
The sun is retreating
\nThe wind – encircling
\nThe voices – engaging
\nA celebration of life
\nThe new yam – imposing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Under the mid day sun, the drums beat The music – entrancing The young women – feet floating Men young and old – admiring Little girls admire their beads The pace is exciting The tune is enchanting The atmosphere expectant … Continue reading