Bravado Versus Confidence

I stared when he sprinkled baby powder on the dance floor.  That is a thing professional ballroom dancers do when they want to glide with ease. Yet here is this novice social wannabe dancer adopting the mannerisms of an expert. “What’s wrong with this?” you may ask. Firstly, if he – let’s call him Drongo…

Catching Feels, Spreading Tarantism

I stayed away from Rooftop, Kizomba Monday and also Wednesday night’s Cuban Salsa class. It’s something I won’t do in a hurry again, but its part of an experiment to understand why people stay away from dancing. I don’t understand why some do it, and this experiment is, therefore, a failure. However, I discovered that…

A Licence To Play

If a lady does not do what a man wants her to do, it looks awkward and most importantly, then he did not lead her correctly. That’s right. Whether it’s Bachata, Cuban Salsa or Kizomba, gentleman, it’s your fault if she does not follow. And while I ascribe to this lore, I’ve had an incident…

Balm For The Battered Soul

We dance for fun. For the love of it, for the freedom of expression and the synergy that we experience each time. But I’ve learned that dancing for most is not just about the fun factors, it’s an escape from the monotony that life presents.  It’s become an integral part of my life, I mean…

Heritage Day, Celebrating Segregation

It’s almost that time of the year when South Africans celebrate a day of great pride, Heritage Day. For those who don’t know it’s a day of dressing up in traditional attire and having a braai with family and friends. And drinking beer. or whiskey or Veuve Clicquot which is what I will do. Is…

Copying My Style.

I knew from the start that I would not be able to copy his Kizomba. He is energetic, excited and fleet footed. I’ve got two of those attributes, but that fast footwork is a problem. Nevertheless, watching this Kizombie with the wide grin is a delight. I recall him dancing to Memoire de femme (A…

What You Do To Me

It’s the way you smile at me when I ask you to dance. You must like me. Or the way I Kizomba. It’s definitely the way you Kizomba.  Nevertheless, dancing with you is a cause of euphoria. It’s the way you fall in my arms, you are a pleasure to hold so close and it…

My Feet Are Yearning

I know who’ll be there when I step on that roof on top of the canteen at Arts On Main. Popularly it’s known as the rooftop. Thabo the DJ and usually Delicia, Dineo, Tercia, and Melissa are there early. Ryan too, and that guy my friend in the jacket.  As the Highveld sun sets and…

Insecurity; Strangling Expression.

I can see the anger in his focused eyes. My right hand on his girlfriend’s back, just below her shoulder. I slide my hand down to her waist, he grimaces. Next thing he pulls her away from me. I smile. I see you. Insecure man-child. When we resume doing the Rueda de Casino, I pull…

Irmgard, The Grand Dame of Dance

This venerable lady walks on to the dance floor at the Rooftop, poised, unperturbed by the judging eyes that follow her. You can see she is 60-something. What is she doing here? Does she know what these young people do?  Those thoughts seem to cross their minds. She takes a seat and watches the Salseros,…

This Is How It Goes

There's this flagrant thinking when it comes to the dance community, that men are dogs and women are loose, and that it's a free for all when it comes to hooking up.  I don't know why it is so: Is it because they see her grinding against a man and then doing it minutes later…

Leave Her With A Smile

There’s a joy I get listening to Kizomba and Cuban Salsa, theres a joy in dancing to the tunes and a joy in watching certain people dance, and I especially like the smile of a appreciation when a lady leaves her partner.  There are a few gents that always make their ladies smile, it’s as…