Being Selective, Avoiding Attention

I dance with any lady to any song, but lately, I’ve become more picky about who I partner with and well, I’ve become selective about song choice too. I see it with most dancers, whether it’s Bachata, Cuban Salsa or Kizomba, that lady usually dances with that guy. And you can see their reaction when their favourite Salsa track…

Respect Me Too

My red boots crunched loudly on the gravel on my way out of Arts On Main. She looked back. I tried to walk lightly but no, that sound seemed to echo. She was about two meters ahead of me as we stepped on to the pavement, she looked back again. I crossed the road and…

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,…