Body Language (In Igbo Land)

Step by step it flows Unleashing trapped desires Edifying body and soul Unifying humankind in entire. Reaching within depths untold Possessing, with grooves so bold With rhythmic waves and strides Varying from tribe to tribe. Dancing is a rite Not a mere reaction to music Dancing is a language Spoken in the voice of the body As music transpires with bodies Bodies of beautiful maidens Bodies- voluptuous, with sweat Leaving our warriors gasping! Dancing to the beats Dancing to the rhythm Dancing in the heat Like horses never ridden Dancing is a bond unbroken An expression of feelings unspoken Well spoken by the untrained Well grasped by the unlearned Birthing in the cries of Ogene Riding on the waves of Udu Floating on the wings of Ekwe Gliding in the ripples of Oja It is the essence of our tradition Passed from generations of old We express it proudly As we answer the call of Igba. © Raphael Uzor

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