Close encounters of the tribal kind
Hello!!! :) This post is in diary form as I'm simply going to regale you with my latest love interest, so sorry if you were expecting a poetic piece. This semester, I signed up with the belly dancing society. *Gasp* But Nneka, you can't dance to prove your worth! I know, I know. However, I wanted to try something different. I wished to push myself in a way that I haven't before. See, the thing is, I love to dance. Yes, I do. But... I can't dance, and it kills me inside. I lack the grace and the rhythm and I beat myself up each day over it. I especially love Salsa. The passion evident in the moves, the sultry voices of the singers, the grace in the dancers lithe bodies, the pounding rhythm of the drums; they all stir me up to unexpected heights. Unfortunately, I realized quite early that I would never capture attention with my moves as I dance like an elephant with four left feet. So I decided to try once more with belly dancing. I kid you not, it is hard. It's m...