Ceremonial Dance. Poem by Bieze Josphat

Their stampeding feet
Make Safari-Ants to flee
Their strong fist
Make cowards ask for plea
That's our men dancers

Their wasp-like abdomen
Sway left-right, left-right
So beautifully.
Their dangling breasts
Sway too
Left-right, left-right
So gracefully.
That's our women dancers.

Our dancers
Dancing to the slaps
Of the drummer's rough palm
Accompanied by claps
And ululations
From on-lookers.

IT IS INITIATION SEASON