Death by Afrobeat
So, back to the blog. Until we came back for the Summer, I had no idea that people really enjoyed it. I quite like writing and sometimes 'nostalge' (if that is not a real word, I am claiming it) that letter writing is not a thing now. Perhaps it will be called vintage in 10 years and get taken up by teenagers? I found the unposted blog from where I had left off and may as well start there... I had heard of Afrobeat and Afropop before we got here. The term encompasses all the arts and embraces the amazing contemporary vibe here. We have been doing African dance classes, a chance to boogie and exercise at the same time. Our usual teacher had to move on and we were introduced to our new teacher this week. Suspiciously young looking and when the pounding Afrobeat came on, louder than was comfortable, anxiety levels mounted. It was twice the speed as the last class. Can't he tell that I am approaching the tea dance year...