Today Mich said, "Mummy, I dreamed about you... what were you doing?". I had to remind him that he was the one who had the dream. But I was just wondering... how do you explain to a kid what a dream is?
About my personal beautician, well it's the one and only - Mich.
He likes to help me style my hair and he always notices when I change my hair style. I love the way he looks at me intently, his big pure eyes mastering every variation. Then he comments.
When I put on lip gloss he says, "I like you like that". I can't tell you how moved I was the first time he mentioned it, my heart skipped a beat and even with my skin tone I blushed.
There is something so powerful about comments that come from babes.
Earlier today he was pinching my cheeks when he said " you have a lot of face", yeah, I know I need to loose weight, I'm trying.
The classic one was when he told me "Mummy, breath in" while trying to push in my tummy. I mean, how bad can things get? ok so I know I have a "pot" but even when I "breath in" it's there ...I'm trying to work on that too.
When your four year old son (at the time he was still three) notices that eeh!, the bulge is a bit much, you know you gotta do something.
So evidently, the standards are high and I need to step up my game. I like the fact that the hints are innocent - they couldn't be more sincere.
Mar 29, 2008
Mar 28, 2008
Missing out
Parents in all their forms - biological, grandparents, godparents, guardians, shouldn't miss the episodes of their childrens lives. The first years are particularly intense, they unfold like flowers planted in rich soil.
Sadly, I know it's not always possible.
At 4 months, when I was just getting a hang on breastfeeding Mich developed his first teeth. Eeish! that's pretty early - my thoughts exactly. He then chose to sharpen them on me, not nice.
When Mich was 10 months old, he wanted to walk urgently. He would hold my hand and have me walk anywhere and everywhere with him. On January 1st, 2005 he walked unaided, the hard work had paid off.
By the time we left Uganda, Mich was only two and a half, he could barely construct logical sentences. By the time we landed at the JFK airport in New York the boy was fluent...something about the flight I guess.
Coming up to his third birthday we were sweating it out with colors. For some reason he never got his colors right. He knew to repeat the color immediately after I said it, but ask him seconds later and he would mention something totally different. I was getting little frustrated, most other kids younger than him knew their colors.
He woke up one day knowing all his colours, even Burgundy and bitter chocolate (just kidding).
For a long time he complained that feeding himself was such hard work. He would take two bites and say "mummy I'm tired". Sam or I would feed him.
Now he feeds himself, and I don't recall the moment things changed.
I loved Lego's growing up, it was fun putting those blocks together, setting up all sorts of things. Well actually I didn't have the legos but a friend of mine did, I was actually punished for stealing a door. Yup, it was that bad. But Mich? he couldn't be bothered. I just didn't get it, couldn't he see how much fun he could have with the blocks, their colors? I mean if even Sam's professor could bring Lego's for a class project, surely ...
The only thing Mich would do with the Lego pieces was throw them around and it was my job to find and return them.
He turned four and now he makes some really intricate pieces. Sometimes we hear him shouting out of frustration when he can't get the blocks right.
Now he is late for school because he was trying to construct something. Last night, around 3am there was lots of noise coming from his room. I found him playing with his lego, "but mummy, I can't sleep".
There was a time when we had to convince Mich to eat, now he asks for seconds. The first time it happened Sam and I looked at each other in disbelief. These are truly small miracles.
Now do you see why I don't think parents should miss out? You blink just once and something new is unfolding.
Sadly, I know it's not always possible.
At 4 months, when I was just getting a hang on breastfeeding Mich developed his first teeth. Eeish! that's pretty early - my thoughts exactly. He then chose to sharpen them on me, not nice.
When Mich was 10 months old, he wanted to walk urgently. He would hold my hand and have me walk anywhere and everywhere with him. On January 1st, 2005 he walked unaided, the hard work had paid off.
By the time we left Uganda, Mich was only two and a half, he could barely construct logical sentences. By the time we landed at the JFK airport in New York the boy was fluent...something about the flight I guess.
Coming up to his third birthday we were sweating it out with colors. For some reason he never got his colors right. He knew to repeat the color immediately after I said it, but ask him seconds later and he would mention something totally different. I was getting little frustrated, most other kids younger than him knew their colors.
He woke up one day knowing all his colours, even Burgundy and bitter chocolate (just kidding).
For a long time he complained that feeding himself was such hard work. He would take two bites and say "mummy I'm tired". Sam or I would feed him.
Now he feeds himself, and I don't recall the moment things changed.
I loved Lego's growing up, it was fun putting those blocks together, setting up all sorts of things. Well actually I didn't have the legos but a friend of mine did, I was actually punished for stealing a door. Yup, it was that bad. But Mich? he couldn't be bothered. I just didn't get it, couldn't he see how much fun he could have with the blocks, their colors? I mean if even Sam's professor could bring Lego's for a class project, surely ...
The only thing Mich would do with the Lego pieces was throw them around and it was my job to find and return them.
He turned four and now he makes some really intricate pieces. Sometimes we hear him shouting out of frustration when he can't get the blocks right.
Now he is late for school because he was trying to construct something. Last night, around 3am there was lots of noise coming from his room. I found him playing with his lego, "but mummy, I can't sleep".
There was a time when we had to convince Mich to eat, now he asks for seconds. The first time it happened Sam and I looked at each other in disbelief. These are truly small miracles.
Now do you see why I don't think parents should miss out? You blink just once and something new is unfolding.
Mar 25, 2008
The way of a man with a maiden?!
When he is born, she is all he knows. He can't live without her, she nurses and cares for him. They bond in a manner unknown to any other relationship.
As he begins to find his way in life he slowly looses sight of her. To be later fascinated by the same specie , a much younger version. He is curious, he wants to know more about her,she looks different from him, she sounds different, she is different. Then he wants to "know" her because she gives him a "funny" feeling.
As a young man, he wants to experiment to find out if she can take the "funny" feeling away. It's gone for a moment, then it's back again.
He's drown to her, but when he turns around he sees another yet more intriguing than the last. Can he pursue her? but what about the other one?, no, this other one looks more promising. Wait a minute, there is another one "I've never seen one like this before" he thinks. They are so many, he can't have them all, he has got to choose, but does he really? he could have a piece of each one you know?!. That way he doesn't loose out.
He takes his time just like a car buyer, making sure he gets the car that suits his taste. Sometimes (if he is lucky)he'll get a great deal first time, or maybe he'll find out that she doesn't fit his prescription. He returns her and searches some more.
One thing remains a surety, he has to have "her" in his life. Life without her is odd, empty, meaningless.
The young lady, once a little snooty nosed kid down the block now looks very attractive. The girl nobody noticed in class now looks extremely pretty. The choices are endless but he has to make a decision.
Now that he a "man" he searches for one just like the first in his life, no one compares to her, she was ideal. He finally thinks he has seen one that comes close. He is ready to commit. Convinced that he will not be looking any more, he places a ring on her finger.
Time passes and "lets face it, it's hard not to look around". The colleague at work?, now she looks really good. The platonic relationship with a long time friend, is not so platonic any more. But what about the one at home?, is she still attractive? "yes she is - but...". Is she the one I want to spend forever with? "yes she is - but...".
The "buts" are endless because?? ... "it's hard to explain you see".
The ones scantily dressed are luring, the ones selling for a price are luring - "but...it's not right" the words scream in his head, "but...it sure would feel good" - the reply comes. "Okay" he says to himself, "just this once and never again" but, will it be just once?.
The twelfth time it happens he is still struggling to convince himself "just this once and never again", but this time there is almost no resolve.
He might say "I give up,I can't fight it, it's the way I am, I just can't put an end to this".
He might say "I've got to get a grip on this or else I will loose the one I have".
He follows his first instincts and ruin surely follows.
He realises that having more than one maiden is a little less than a nightmare.
His world falls apart.
Trying to keep the maidens out of each others faces doesn't work.
His world falls apart.
He follows his second instincts and there is a ray of hope.
He realises that the maiden he chose is a gem.
He is peaceful.
He realises that he just might have made the wrong decision when choosing a maiden.
He has to live with the choice.
He realises that he can't live with this maiden and be happy.
He has to walk out and begin the process all over again or maybe never, it's complicated.
"There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand:
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a maiden."
King Solomon Proverbs 30:18-19
As he begins to find his way in life he slowly looses sight of her. To be later fascinated by the same specie , a much younger version. He is curious, he wants to know more about her,she looks different from him, she sounds different, she is different. Then he wants to "know" her because she gives him a "funny" feeling.
As a young man, he wants to experiment to find out if she can take the "funny" feeling away. It's gone for a moment, then it's back again.
He's drown to her, but when he turns around he sees another yet more intriguing than the last. Can he pursue her? but what about the other one?, no, this other one looks more promising. Wait a minute, there is another one "I've never seen one like this before" he thinks. They are so many, he can't have them all, he has got to choose, but does he really? he could have a piece of each one you know?!. That way he doesn't loose out.
He takes his time just like a car buyer, making sure he gets the car that suits his taste. Sometimes (if he is lucky)he'll get a great deal first time, or maybe he'll find out that she doesn't fit his prescription. He returns her and searches some more.
One thing remains a surety, he has to have "her" in his life. Life without her is odd, empty, meaningless.
The young lady, once a little snooty nosed kid down the block now looks very attractive. The girl nobody noticed in class now looks extremely pretty. The choices are endless but he has to make a decision.
Now that he a "man" he searches for one just like the first in his life, no one compares to her, she was ideal. He finally thinks he has seen one that comes close. He is ready to commit. Convinced that he will not be looking any more, he places a ring on her finger.
Time passes and "lets face it, it's hard not to look around". The colleague at work?, now she looks really good. The platonic relationship with a long time friend, is not so platonic any more. But what about the one at home?, is she still attractive? "yes she is - but...". Is she the one I want to spend forever with? "yes she is - but...".
The "buts" are endless because?? ... "it's hard to explain you see".
The ones scantily dressed are luring, the ones selling for a price are luring - "but...it's not right" the words scream in his head, "but...it sure would feel good" - the reply comes. "Okay" he says to himself, "just this once and never again" but, will it be just once?.
The twelfth time it happens he is still struggling to convince himself "just this once and never again", but this time there is almost no resolve.
He might say "I give up,I can't fight it, it's the way I am, I just can't put an end to this".
He might say "I've got to get a grip on this or else I will loose the one I have".
He follows his first instincts and ruin surely follows.
He realises that having more than one maiden is a little less than a nightmare.
His world falls apart.
Trying to keep the maidens out of each others faces doesn't work.
His world falls apart.
He follows his second instincts and there is a ray of hope.
He realises that the maiden he chose is a gem.
He is peaceful.
He realises that he just might have made the wrong decision when choosing a maiden.
He has to live with the choice.
He realises that he can't live with this maiden and be happy.
He has to walk out and begin the process all over again or maybe never, it's complicated.
"There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand:
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a maiden."
King Solomon Proverbs 30:18-19
Communication class
Sam told me about Communication classes that were being held at school. They were not on the curriculum but students who were interested could attend. I thought that was fantastic because I'm seriously toying with the idea of going back to school for a Communication major.
I walked into the class and made myself comfortable. Not wanting to draw attention I carried along like I knew just what I was there for. That worked until the professor mentioned she was sending us the work for discussion over email.
Problem - the computers have student logs, I wasn't a student,I couldn't get to my yahoo account.
I walked up to the professor and gave myself away, "I'm not a student, I'm a partner..." for a while there she was speechless. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were not forth coming, I thought I was undone. I wasn't sure whether she was cross with me or she actually had trouble expressing herself.
She said I was welcome to stay but all the work was going to be on computer.
Ka-ching! I got the bright idea, called my dear husband and he gave me his password, that worked and I enjoyed the class.
As it turns out the professor wasn't cross with me, she had the same expressions even as she taught.
I thought it was going to be 'nuclear physics' seeing as she was teaching "Wharton" students, but it wasn't bad at all.
At times being around Wharton students can give you a 'complex' but the truth of the matter is they're just a simple, down to earth, brilliant, intelligent, well travelled group of people. The 'complex' is self inflicted (most times).
I walked into the class and made myself comfortable. Not wanting to draw attention I carried along like I knew just what I was there for. That worked until the professor mentioned she was sending us the work for discussion over email.
Problem - the computers have student logs, I wasn't a student,I couldn't get to my yahoo account.
I walked up to the professor and gave myself away, "I'm not a student, I'm a partner..." for a while there she was speechless. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were not forth coming, I thought I was undone. I wasn't sure whether she was cross with me or she actually had trouble expressing herself.
She said I was welcome to stay but all the work was going to be on computer.
Ka-ching! I got the bright idea, called my dear husband and he gave me his password, that worked and I enjoyed the class.
As it turns out the professor wasn't cross with me, she had the same expressions even as she taught.
I thought it was going to be 'nuclear physics' seeing as she was teaching "Wharton" students, but it wasn't bad at all.
At times being around Wharton students can give you a 'complex' but the truth of the matter is they're just a simple, down to earth, brilliant, intelligent, well travelled group of people. The 'complex' is self inflicted (most times).
Mar 21, 2008
Mar 19, 2008
Darth Vader
This past Saturday Sam, Mich and me visited the Franklin Institute where I finally got to meet Darth Vader.
I don't know that much about him, seeing as I'm not a big Star Wars fan but I thought it was the cool thing to do. That - for all the Star Wars' lovers out there.
Mich was not too happy about his looks and the way he sounded so I stood between them.
The documentary showed animated dinosaurs and paleontologists traveling the world on the hunt for dinosaur bones. It's amazing to think how people make a living as paleontologists, certainly only in America.
We got to see 'actual footage from the expeditions of American Museum of Natural History scientist Roy Chapman Andrews, believed to be the inspiration for the Indiana Jones character, and witness recent discoveries like that of the massive Seismosaurus, or "thunder lizard." '
The theater was huge and steep, tilted at a 30 degree angle. There were times during the film that I got really dizzy. Thankfully we had been advised to close our eyes if we felt dizzy or head out the back door if things became a bit too much.
My dear Mich was fascinated and scared all at once, especially when the dinosaurs begun to fight. His heart was beating like a fast drum, he was all shaky but watching with intensity while holding my arm real tight.
I'm told 'The dome is over 70 feet across and 4.5 stories tall. In addition, 20,000 watts of amplifier power and over 50 speakers will make you feel like you are part of the action.'
The day was going well until I lost my bag. I think I left it in the IMAX theatre, unfortunately I didn't find it :-(. It had my wallet (no money), my gloves, scarf and a pen. I put in a report at the information desk but to date it hasn't been found. My id, credit card, medical insurance id, library card, passport photos, all gone.
Interestingly I had put the camera in my pocket and I forgot my phone and keys at home. So I give thanks, it could have been worse.
I don't know that much about him, seeing as I'm not a big Star Wars fan but I thought it was the cool thing to do. That - for all the Star Wars' lovers out there.
Mich was not too happy about his looks and the way he sounded so I stood between them.
These are the actual sizes of animal hearts, the human heart was around the 6th from the smallest. Even the ostrich has a bigger heart than we do. I don't remember which animal had the largest heart but it was either an Elephant or a whale.
Sam and Mich doing some physics.
The documentary showed animated dinosaurs and paleontologists traveling the world on the hunt for dinosaur bones. It's amazing to think how people make a living as paleontologists, certainly only in America.
We got to see 'actual footage from the expeditions of American Museum of Natural History scientist Roy Chapman Andrews, believed to be the inspiration for the Indiana Jones character, and witness recent discoveries like that of the massive Seismosaurus, or "thunder lizard." '
The theater was huge and steep, tilted at a 30 degree angle. There were times during the film that I got really dizzy. Thankfully we had been advised to close our eyes if we felt dizzy or head out the back door if things became a bit too much.
My dear Mich was fascinated and scared all at once, especially when the dinosaurs begun to fight. His heart was beating like a fast drum, he was all shaky but watching with intensity while holding my arm real tight.
I'm told 'The dome is over 70 feet across and 4.5 stories tall. In addition, 20,000 watts of amplifier power and over 50 speakers will make you feel like you are part of the action.'
Here is a sample.
The day was going well until I lost my bag. I think I left it in the IMAX theatre, unfortunately I didn't find it :-(. It had my wallet (no money), my gloves, scarf and a pen. I put in a report at the information desk but to date it hasn't been found. My id, credit card, medical insurance id, library card, passport photos, all gone.
Interestingly I had put the camera in my pocket and I forgot my phone and keys at home. So I give thanks, it could have been worse.
Mar 15, 2008
The empty tomb
1Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. 2So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don't know where they have put him!"
15"Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
16Jesus said to her, "Mary."
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).
17Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am returning to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.' "
18Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: "I have seen the Lord!"
30Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. 31But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name.
John 20:1-30
Amen.
15"Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
16Jesus said to her, "Mary."
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).
17Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am returning to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.' "
18Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: "I have seen the Lord!"
30Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. 31But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name.
John 20:1-30
Amen.
He walked the same road
Lately, reading the scriptures brings me so much joy.
There was a time I stuck to the Psalms because they seemed most interesting but now, everything in the bible is fascinating.
Now that we are about to commemorate Christ's death and resurrection, I'm compelled to read again the account as told by John.
It's so interesting and powerful.
Reading how the disciples pledged their lives for Jesus yet when the pressure was on they preferred to sleep and later denied having anything to do with him?!.
Jesus was truly humble,forgiving and loving. Think about the fact that He knew what was going to happen before it did but he never changed a thing. He listened to Peter pledged his life to die at whatever cost yet He knew that the very guy was going to deny Him not once not twice but three times.
He broke bread with Judas Iscariot knowing full well that he was the same fellow going to hand him over to die.
He felt overwhelmed with the task ahead, sweating blood as he prayed in the garden yet the men He had trained and discipled couldn't stay awake to pray with and for Him when He needed them the most. That's really tough.
The peak of it all was when God couldn't look at His very own son because He was covered with our sin. That's sacrifice on God the fathers part and love on God the sons part. It's love on God the fathers part and sacrifice on God the son's part. Since the father and son are one, it's love and sacrifice from all angles.
It's encouraging to know that when people turn their backs on us, when we feel betrayed by loved ones, that Jesus walked the same road and He understands.
There was a time I stuck to the Psalms because they seemed most interesting but now, everything in the bible is fascinating.
Now that we are about to commemorate Christ's death and resurrection, I'm compelled to read again the account as told by John.
It's so interesting and powerful.
Reading how the disciples pledged their lives for Jesus yet when the pressure was on they preferred to sleep and later denied having anything to do with him?!.
Jesus was truly humble,forgiving and loving. Think about the fact that He knew what was going to happen before it did but he never changed a thing. He listened to Peter pledged his life to die at whatever cost yet He knew that the very guy was going to deny Him not once not twice but three times.
He broke bread with Judas Iscariot knowing full well that he was the same fellow going to hand him over to die.
He felt overwhelmed with the task ahead, sweating blood as he prayed in the garden yet the men He had trained and discipled couldn't stay awake to pray with and for Him when He needed them the most. That's really tough.
The peak of it all was when God couldn't look at His very own son because He was covered with our sin. That's sacrifice on God the fathers part and love on God the sons part. It's love on God the fathers part and sacrifice on God the son's part. Since the father and son are one, it's love and sacrifice from all angles.
It's encouraging to know that when people turn their backs on us, when we feel betrayed by loved ones, that Jesus walked the same road and He understands.
Mar 10, 2008
Random thoughts
About two weeks ago, I was walking home with Mich when he came up with this interesting revelation, that it's only liars who are sent to the library. Do you get it?... liars - library.
After church, two Sundays back Sam, Mich and I went to Mac Donald's for lunch. We ordered a big mac, a kids meal and a big n'tasty burger respectively. Half way through my burger I gave up, it was so 'not tasty'. It seemed like they had sucked out all the juicy nutrients and then served me what used to be meat. Then they make up for it with all sorts of toppings- ketchup, mayonnaise e.t.c
The fries were miserable too, I don't know what they do to the Irish potatoes but they sure don't take like Irish (potatoes). They are so thin and dry, like the oil used drains the poor vegetables of their personality, and no, I'm not a 'meat-erian'.
I guess they are not to blame seeing as they have been sued in the past for 'making people fat'.
To date I haven't eaten a burger that comes close to the yummy stuff in Dominos UG. Those guys just know how to do it. If I'm going to eat a burger give me the real deal, not a sorry excuse.
Aah! it's spring break and we don't know what to do with the free week, can you imagine?!.
After church, two Sundays back Sam, Mich and I went to Mac Donald's for lunch. We ordered a big mac, a kids meal and a big n'tasty burger respectively. Half way through my burger I gave up, it was so 'not tasty'. It seemed like they had sucked out all the juicy nutrients and then served me what used to be meat. Then they make up for it with all sorts of toppings- ketchup, mayonnaise e.t.c
The fries were miserable too, I don't know what they do to the Irish potatoes but they sure don't take like Irish (potatoes). They are so thin and dry, like the oil used drains the poor vegetables of their personality, and no, I'm not a 'meat-erian'.
I guess they are not to blame seeing as they have been sued in the past for 'making people fat'.
To date I haven't eaten a burger that comes close to the yummy stuff in Dominos UG. Those guys just know how to do it. If I'm going to eat a burger give me the real deal, not a sorry excuse.
Aah! it's spring break and we don't know what to do with the free week, can you imagine?!.
Mar 2, 2008
African Dance
Shoot!! it's March already?, can some one tell me why time is flying by so fast?
Just the other day we were celebrating Christmas and now we are facing Easter and soon it will be Christmas again.
Anyway a little bit of an update on my dancing quests. I told you how I went for a salsa audition, well I didn't make it. Turns out that almost all the people I danced with had taking salsa classes. I wasn't up to par but that's ok. I'm thinking of taking some classes so I can polish up, you never know when the skill might be required.
Since I didn't get it I decided to try out for the African dance, now that is more in my league. We had our fast practice today and it was so much fun.
First of all we were only five Africans, including the black Americans. The rest, fifteen or so of them were from every where else. It was a wonderful representation of Asia and Europe, we had Indians, Japanese, Israelis,Americans and some I couldn't quite make out.
Now when I say African dance, I'm talking about West African pretty much. It involves shaking the waist and other parts of the body which normally shouldn't be moving. Lets just say I was riding on being African and the talent that God gave me.
Just getting people to understand the strokes was hilarious. The instructor had to go way beyond the basics to, "put this leg here, then move in this direction, then you lift your hand like this...".
Aaaah! this is fun.
I'll keep you posted on how things go, so far I wouldn't want anyone I know see me do some the strokes because things are tight. I keep telling my self, this is a once in a life time thing so I might as well make the most of it.
Just the other day we were celebrating Christmas and now we are facing Easter and soon it will be Christmas again.
Anyway a little bit of an update on my dancing quests. I told you how I went for a salsa audition, well I didn't make it. Turns out that almost all the people I danced with had taking salsa classes. I wasn't up to par but that's ok. I'm thinking of taking some classes so I can polish up, you never know when the skill might be required.
Since I didn't get it I decided to try out for the African dance, now that is more in my league. We had our fast practice today and it was so much fun.
First of all we were only five Africans, including the black Americans. The rest, fifteen or so of them were from every where else. It was a wonderful representation of Asia and Europe, we had Indians, Japanese, Israelis,Americans and some I couldn't quite make out.
Now when I say African dance, I'm talking about West African pretty much. It involves shaking the waist and other parts of the body which normally shouldn't be moving. Lets just say I was riding on being African and the talent that God gave me.
Just getting people to understand the strokes was hilarious. The instructor had to go way beyond the basics to, "put this leg here, then move in this direction, then you lift your hand like this...".
Aaaah! this is fun.
I'll keep you posted on how things go, so far I wouldn't want anyone I know see me do some the strokes because things are tight. I keep telling my self, this is a once in a life time thing so I might as well make the most of it.
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