MY BREATHE OF DANCE

My story begins and as it should, from when I was a little boy, I treasured friends; Holidays were my favorite days of the calendar and especially the December holidays, one you may well reckon as the Christmas holidays. In this my Golden days “soda kubwa” was the drink, all inclusive, economical though am not sure if that’s the reason why lots of Kids competitions favored the 1ltr soda as the ultimate prize for the winner(s). Don’t forget this because later in this blog you will meet with soda kubwa and my deepest desire is that you meet them with the enthusiasm it so rightly deserves.

SODA KUBWA

The story of the day I first won a present for dancing and seeing a smile on my parents face was definitely special. As an African child, traditions state that we make our parents proud and to do it at an early age was something.When the lights were turned on and music started playing. I opened my heart and accessed my art creative, I danced to the music of Papa Wemba, The Maroon Commandos and I was good. I won every round, beat every opponent I competed/battled; I smiled because I felt free and jovial. Forget the cheers, what amazed me was the look in my father’s eyes. He most definitely had never pictured me in this light or was it scary? The fact that his son would follow an artistic path which was neither common nor popular. I didn’t know what bothered him most but the thought (whatever it was) must have dried his lips and gave him a cold chill down his spine.

I remember the last battle I won, before we even started I could smell the fear (Oh well that’s just dramatic) I could see the fear in my opponent’s eyes and the crowd cheered me on: this made me stronger.

My dad said, “Passion is and will forever be the way you make me smile.” Back then I never understood, even one little bit of what he meant but now, now I do get, I do understand. Over that brief period of brilliance I was happy and comfortable. When I got back to Nairobi, I went under my bed, took the wires I had stacked to build myself the ultimate car model that would rule the hood, I took under the mattress; batteries I had bought, gave them all to my mother  for her ever-ready torch. And I was done with being the experimental kid in science and architecture! I became the dancer kid.

My high school life...