I heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
felt the frenzied throbbing of the fumbo
and poignant melodies of the string guitar tongoli
but through this all I heard you calling me;
and like at the beginning I danced the fumbo dance.
I wiggled and wriggled my waist like a caterpillar
my right knee slightly bent forward
inwards my toes sunk, out I pulled them.
up and down my ankles twirled and whirled.
I was caught up in the tempo
frenzied with the agony of your loss;
a shrill cry wrung out of me
piercing the pulsating night.
I blended with the palpitating sounds of the string guitar
that awoke me during moonlit nights,
the thudding throbs of the long drum
that guided my feet across shadowy footpaths,
in harmony to the melodious teke
and persistent ankle bells
“Follow the music and you will find me”, you always said
I could hear you call out to me
through the far away thumping of the fumbo
It vibrated and echoed, resounding over and over
The melody lent zeal to my feet
till at long last I would emerge
from the darkness into the swarming mass
of sweat-drenched dancers sopping with exhaustion.
All around, the ankle bells jingled
as the sweating throng moved their bodies in tune.
1 avoided groping fingers of yach
as I searched for you
yearning to dance for you, with you
“Follow the music”, you always said
and like a moth to a flame I was drawn to you!
A shrill shriek is wrung from me
echoing through the lifeless night;
and like in life I danced for you,
willing you to follow the music.