I know I’ve mentioned them already but I have a blog of little boys who I consider to be my own personal street gang. Don’t be alarmed they are 9 and harmless, they do however break it down with me whenever they see me. As the weeks progress we have covered a wide range of dance genres ranging from the hokey pokey to thriller to the one that started it all: soldier boy. Now that I have class near their home and see them even more frequently we have started getting quite extravagant. Every time I walk down the main street of my village I run into them screaming “micheleeey micheleeey magnifique” (I have no idea where the magnifique came from) but then we dance! Today I ran into them and clearly they had been bragging to some of the other children that the Muzungu is their friend and dancing with them because when they saw me pretty much all hell broke lose. Before I knew it I was teaching 35 children all my best moves with my little boys right up front asking me their names so that everyone could hear I knew them. After our impromptu dance party – which let me tell you gathered quite the crowd – they all grabbed my hands and escorted me home en mass. It was the perfect end to my day.
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