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I’m feeling alive again. Yesterday, I started dancing.

Nia Dancing from http://www.earthdaypensacola.org/demonstrations.html

Nia Dancing from http://www.earthdaypensacola.org/demonstrations.html

I moved my body in ways that I had forgotten how to in a long time. The last time I danced was at a wedding last month; and before that, at the Ethiopian New Year celebrartion last September.

In the U.S., I find myself standing and barely moving like the Western people around me. Except for when I am talking with very close friends and fellow Africans, I don’t talk loudly anymore or with big hand gestures. This used to startle many Americans when I did that. It’s kind of restricting to live trying to fit in my surrounding.

So the dance floor is my escape. When I dance, I forget about the cultural milieu I am in; whether it is in the U.S., in France or in the Congo. Cultural differences disappear and skin colors blend into a rainbow. Dancing liberates me.

The dance class I went to last night was called NIA; the instructor told us to feel ‘joy run through our body.’ I felt like a little girl, dancing in my backyard in Kinshasa. It was wonderful!


  1. Daniel on 12.17.2010

    great post, thanks for sharing

  2. cialis on 02.03.2011

    Thank you for publishing this article. It is really useful for me.

  3. glen on 07.27.2014

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