Something New…

A new venue, a new DJ, a new lady, a new song; any one of these features can your lift your spirits but combined, it makes for an awesome, albeit rare, experience.      The Joburg dance community is not short of venues, there’s always new people joining and every other week I ‘discover’ a…

No More Fomo

The FOMO was not as intense this past festive season as it was in 2016. I went about my business being cool as only I can be, a braai with the Jacobs, then the Morgans, lunches with family, a night at Copa, so  I did not have time to fear missing out on anything or…

Hey Mr DJ

This DJ did not get the levels or the mix right, and it halted my Kizomba briefly. However, it happened two more times and I was put off from attending another function at that venue.  See I’ve been spoilt by DJ’s Edd, Thabo, and my favorite DJ Serghino. They know they have a great responsibility to…

Another Kizomba Addict

I told her to hug me; that is the way you hold your partner in Kizomba. She did. I said lean on me, just a little, she did. She pushed her hips against mine, I told her to stop it, that I did not know her like that. She laughed, and I knew I had…

I Can Stand The Rain

We looked up at the grey thundering sky. Just a minute ago there was sunshine but now the sky was rumbling with billowing clouds. A highveld storm was about to explode, we quickened our pace.   As we walked around the corner, a glimpse of her dad’s black sedan moving into the yard, stopped us….

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…