Dance, dance

The settlement where I do my fieldwork had a big day yesterday. The kindergarten had gotten some money for renovation, and the Minister of Gender Equality was supposed to come and celebrate the reopening of the facility.

The excitement was huge. The kids from the kindergarten cultural group got dressed up in their traditional clothes.


And, quite understandably,everyone wanted to look at their best.2The visit was scheduled for noon, and young and old flocked in the kindergarten yard.


Inside, kids were trying to memorize the name of their president; some with more success


than others.


The clock was ticking and since no car was coming on the dusty road, the kids were ordered to sit quietly and wait. 6

It didn’t take long before boredom started to sneak in.


And then, out of nowhere, someone started clapping and singing, and the whole place just exploded.

8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

Adults also crashed in,


and as the singing escalated, this Ouma fell in trance.


Three hours later, and still no sign of the valued guests, people and kids started to leave for their homes. But what do you think, could we care less?



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s