I danced all day yesterday ❤
I wiggled in the streets of Randburg as if I owned the land that the suburb stands on.
I rapped along loudly to my latest favorite song (sorry to everyone who shared a taxi with me) 🙈
And when I got to the #MandelaDay event in Soweto, with my eyes closed and the renovated playground imagined as my stage. I hummed, allowing the nostalgia ignited by the old music to escort me back to treasured memories.
Then later, when I got back to the office, I twerked in the toilet while watching myself in the mirror.
My bum moved and my waist refused to be left out from all the fun.
I laughed at myself with my hands covering my shy face. My body wouldn’t stop enjoying its new found rhythm.
My left foot tapped in unison with my right.
I smiled deep from a place that felt like it only carried light.
I embraced the joy and welcomed the foreignness with my hands waving loudly in the air.
I assumed it was happiness this thing and I was unsure of how long it would last.
Honestly, I really didn’t care.
I loved that sadness was not making a home out of me.
I felt free and unbound and I didn’t dare ask why.
I refused to burden my smiling heart with over thinking or remembering that nothing good ever stays for long in my life.
I didn’t smother my tomorrow with insecurities about its plans for me.
I was in the moment and I felt perfect for it.
So what if the euphoria didn’t accompany the next day?
Well, it didn’t!
When I needed the light, I was flooded in it.
I am learning to embrace both darkness and light ❤
Photo By: Lonwabo Zimela