Mepe asa

I found this African dance class that is offered in Washington DC near Catholic University and I decided that I couldn't turn it down. Since I've come back from Ghana, I've felt this strange emptiness that I can't describe. A whole change in culture and loss of the things that have made me so happy. So I think that this class fills the chasm between my two worlds, or at least it did last night. The class had about 25 members and was taught by just this one woman. There were 2 drummers although they were struggling to keep up with us. One of 3 obrunis in class, I knew that I probably looked ridiculous but I danced like the crazy that I am nonetheless. The class focuses on dances from West Africa, particularly from Senegal and Mali so it is similar to what I learned but different in steps. Of course I missed the boys, especially since there were no men in the class at all. But overall, I felt a bit of the life that I had felt over there coming back. It is amazing how wonderful something as simple as dance can make you feel. I find myself listening to hip life constantly and feeling much better for it. I wonder how long I'll remain like this and if I will ever get used to life in America or if a return to Africa is inevitable. For now, African Dance is the perfect remedy. :)