I heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
I
heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo,
felt
the frenzied throbbing of the fumbo
the frenzied throbbing of the fumbo
and
poignant melodies of the string guitar tongoli
poignant melodies of the string guitar tongoli
but
through this all I heard you calling me;
through this all I heard you calling me;
and
like at the beginning I danced the fumbo dance.
like at the beginning I danced the fumbo dance.
I
wiggled and wriggled my waist like a
caterpillar
wiggled and wriggled my waist like a
caterpillar
my
right knee slightly bent forward
right knee slightly bent forward
inwards
my toes sunk, out I pulled them.
my toes sunk, out I pulled them.
up
and down my ankles twirled and whirled.
and down my ankles twirled and whirled.
I
was caught up in the tempo
was caught up in the tempo
frenzied
with the agony of your loss;
with the agony of your loss;
a shrill cry wrung
out of me
out of me
piercing
the pulsating night.
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the pulsating night.
I
blended with the palpitating sounds of the
string guitar
blended with the palpitating sounds of the
string guitar
that
awoke me during moonlit nights,
awoke me during moonlit nights,
the
thudding throbs of the long drum
thudding throbs of the long drum
that
guided my feet across shadowy footpaths,
guided my feet across shadowy footpaths,
in
harmony to the melodious teke
harmony to the melodious teke
and
persistent ankle bells
persistent ankle bells
“Follow
the music and you will find me,” you always
said
the music and you will find me,” you always
said
I
could hear you call out to me
could hear you call out to me
through
the far away thumping of the fumbo
the far away thumping of the fumbo
It
vibrated and echoed, resounding over and over
vibrated and echoed, resounding over and over
kudeep-thum-thum Kudeep-thum-thum
ting-ting-tingili-ting
ting-ting-tingili-ting.
ting-ting-tingili-ting.
The
melody lent zeal to my feet
melody lent zeal to my feet
till
at long last I would emerge
at long last I would emerge
from
the darkness into the swarming mass
the darkness into the swarming mass
of
sweat-drenched dancers sopping with exhaustion.
sweat-drenched dancers sopping with exhaustion.
All around, the ankle bells jingled
as the sweating throng moved their bodies in tune.
I avoided the 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 was wrung from me
echoing through the lifeless night;
and like in life I danced for you,
willing you to follow the music.
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Regina Asinde Kasede is a thirty two year old female Ugandan from Mulanda in Tororo district. She currently lives in Kyebando, in Kampala city, with her four children and her husband. She works as a volunteer at Femrite, Uganda Women Writers’ Association, and she writes poetry and short stories.
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