Photo courtesy: Imani selemani Nasamila — Wikimedia Commons
Some memories fade while parts of an experience remain vivid. Sometimes it’s a melody or a smell that lingers long after the event has passed.
That’s how it was for me years after I watched African dancers. I didn’t remember the special occasion. I didn’t recall the music or who was with me. All I visualized was the relaxed rhythm of the dancers who circled the dusty grounds.