the drum calls
enchanting beats fills the thin evening air
intermingling with mouth watering aroma of roast beef
its the day of the dance
people walk hurrily to the kgotla
one can not ignore its hypnotic call
during unrests those unmoved would miss the warning
the warning to hide, the warning to run away
the air is laced with dancing mood
at the dance, old stars may be cast aside
out-danced by an unknown
dance interestingly,
clappings and encouraging cries will spur him on
dance interestingly, he may earn respect
his regiment role may be elevated
he may win a soul mate
the drum sets the beat and the tempo
the maidens's voices, the melody
the clapping hands, the rhythm
a young maiden approaches the circle
like a gazelle she gracefully moves
she move her toned body to the beat of the drum
the tempo increases,
she is sent ito hypnotic trance of rhythmic passion
she flashes a smile
two young men join from either side
she pause,
they glare at each other, tries to attract her attention
she dances away flirtatiously
swinging her behind like a dancing bee
as if saying 'come and get it if you like'
the young men sneer at each other
she stops
they dance rigorously
she laugh at them, silly boys
she dance away choosing none of them
Diana hanged upside down in a Cliff
she looked at Donald'd places and spaces
where too many people were suffering
Jarreau, could you believe?
lost in her music my Sister Sledge said;
I am the greatest dancer !!
According to Jonathan it was all lies
Madonna went on holiday
Proclaiming to be like a virgin
she sat with Otis on the dock of the bay
and listen to the Commodores preach
'Jesus is love'
Miles winked at Tutu, so what
As Afro-sun-shone
I arrived at Masekela's market place
and sold amabasekete to Fela's lady
I dived into Crystal Waters
and swam alongside a gypsy woman
I whispered, Anita you bring me joy
As I made that move to Shalamar
I asked myself, O'Jays, where will she be in the Year 2000
I was tempted to kiss her and say good bye
but she said stop, we are friends
As the sun redden against Manhattans' skyline
I cuddled my Tear bear and turned off the lights
My Gaye mood was yearning for sexual healing
Hearing no woman no cry
I chilled Cool with my Gang
at Mannenberg club
Marley sang this song 'Dollar is happening'
I went dancing with Mariam in pata pata style.
Photo credit: ricky madibela
Photo credit: patrick makati