Two
ladies (our day’s guest dancers), a bunch of dudes and a few ladies; how was
this going to work out?
It
was no ordinary fellowship at the Rotaract club of Bukoto. It was the “Salsa
themed fellowship”.
The
dancers (supposed guest speakers) were in high spirits but the Rotaractors and
guests were exultant. They could not wait to get started.
The
ones who had danced before, those who thought they had danced and those who had
never danced were all fiddling with their footsteps showing off their not so
good skills to one another. It was theatrical.
“We
will start in lines as we go through the basic steps”, said Daphne who was now
worried that the time wasn’t going to be enough.
“Wait,
we aren't dancing with girls”, responded someone from the crowd. Majority
believe it was either Arthur or Keith who queried.
Nevertheless,
people were on their feet and moving to the best of their ability in no time.
The thought of some people dancing was a no brainer, but on the other hand; the
likes of... (Names withheld) simply made everyone’s day.
The
call for coupling seemed like it was one everyone awaited. The gentlemen jumped
at the opportunity, as the ladies waited anxiously for who would pick them. No
sooner had body contact been established than the just learnt dance moves
vanished. People were now off beat, not sure what to do when. We were back to
level one, and the guides were tasked to reteach almost everything.
Douglas
of Rct Kampala North was now showing off his recent acquired skills, Racheal of
Rct Kampala West was getting her groove on, Viola Rct ISHU (also our day’s
dance trainer) was twiddling, while Brian of Rct Bukoto wondered how people
were able to do this. The zeal to learn surpassed JPAM’s determination to take
power (By the way, how far with the Nomination Forms?).
Keith’s
hand was now mid-way Daphne's back (steadily dropping), this she quickly
brought to everyone’s attention and a few other rules of the dance.
1.
The guy's hand should always be on the ladies’
supraspinatus and infraspinatus muscles (no, I wasn’t in Med school), anything
below that is a "horny touch", (you can imagine the screams to that).
2.
The gentleman is the leader, and the lady is the
follower, (guess this is one of those places where woman emancipation hasn’t
yet infiltrated)
3.
You have to wiggle a bit, for the guys; dancing in
lines will do the magic. For the ladies; feel free to check yourself out (you
can let your imagination go wild as to what happened thereafter).
4.
Whatever you do on the dance floor, keep the rhythm and
don't lose your footwork.
5.
Most important: KEEP DANCING
Given
all good things come to an end, Daphne and Viola opted to close the session with
a performance. An idea that was quickly rejected by a squeal from the public;
"LOKODO" was word enough to let these two know that no one was going
to let a lady dance with a lady.
The
ladies were thence tasked to pick partners. Someone shouted Paul, and the joke
caught on. Paul from Bukoto (yours truly) was summoned to take on the
challenge. The music started and the two (Paul and one of the ladies) got to
it, no idea what was driving him, but Paul wasn't the usual stiff person that
he is. For lack of a better word, he was "swishy and wiggly" (don't
bother checking your dictionary), commented one of the Rotaractors.
It
was now 1900hrs and the fellowship had to come to an end.
The
Final Toast by Douglas marked the end of fellowship.
The
majestic walk in by Lewis of Rct Kyambogo and President Tonny of Rct Kyengera Kampala
reminded us of the term “African Time”, these two had just redefined it. On the
bright side, “After Fellowship” was on and the evening was just getting
started.
Did
I mention Alex and Gideon of Rct Kololo had left Burundi and a honey moon
respectively at the mention of Salsa Fellowship; oh well – that is the kind of
fellowship it was.
Till the next fellowship
