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…