Kwasa kwasa

They always had a shrill whooping banter that showed their light-hearted independence. When they got to know me, although we never spoke – I never really spoke to anyone on the ‘far side’ of the dam – they would whoop and wave. Some would run onto dry land, and with one foot swivelling on the spot they would, with a repeated flick of the hips, use their swaying behinds to manoeuvre the other foot round in a circular movement. They would stop, look at me, continue the swivelling movement in feigned concentrative silence and then burst into an uproarious cackle, and clap and whoop. Luanshya musings

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