But our upendo was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to muziki no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own moyo rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own moyo beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if wewe feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where wewe stand, au walk, au lie, au dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.