Were the best moments of your life the ones when you worried about what everyone else would think… or the ones where you didn’t?
The music is infectious, the air is heavy with it and there is no option but to dance. The beats course through the floor into your feet, across the air and into your head and meet in your heart, you must dance. Step, step, step ,low to the floor, spring up and jump, twist and twirl. That’s how I feel it anyway, plunged deep into the rhythm of worship that could be a war dance or a rain dance and not just the guttural declaration of praise that it is. The world spins and sways as the dancers do, the church is on fire. Even those with reservations eventually give in, sometimes to wild animalistic movements followed by laughter and sometimes just to a sway and a clap.
In the thick velvet dark of the Kenyan night the church stands like an island of separated light radiating the sounds of thanks giving, heaving at the seams for all the life living inside, emanating an aroma of sweat and fervor. This Is Africa.
