With one sweep
With one strike
With one step he raised dust
Glistening in the sun
Muscles flexing
Causing ripples as his toned
abdomen sways
All man!
All handsomeness
The crowd cheers
He perspires
Sweat dripping from his dusty
skin
His loincloth flips and sways
The young maidens blush
The male folk watch in
admiration
He knew he had won their hearts
The beat of the talking drum
intensified
His body produces more
adrenaline
The sweat from his eyebrows
blinded his determined eyes
This was the dance for a trophy
He was now the last man standing
in the contest
He knew he was the next Village
Dancer
He was going to be famous and
rich
And he was ready for it all
By
Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013
© SylviaChika 2013
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