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I don’t know why people will always insist I must dance. Physically, I’m almost as tall as a standard goal post. It is therefore not easy, if not totally impossible for me to subject myself to the orgasmic contortions dancers go into.
Again, my mother hardly danced. My grandparents were great dancers, though. My paternal grandfather, as old as he was, moved his feet to great highlife, apala and Sakara music.
By the way, is there anything to dance for in this country? I mean if one does not want to be selfish.
Will the parents of the Chibok girls be dancing? Will the relatives of the victims of other book haram onslaughts be dancing? Will the children of the murdered 82-year old iyaloja of Ijebu-Ode be dancing?
When all these unnecessary deaths cease, maybe I will enrol in a dancing school.
Maybe!!!
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