Dancing by Dad

Dancing is divine…and the key to happiness can be found in pelvic thrusts. That instinctive motion that not only leads to the creation of life but the addition of pleasure and meaning to it.
First of all, I beseech you to understand my meaning in its most earnest form. Pelvic thrusts are simply the basic structure of all human dance. They are the form of communication that breaks through all existing notions of language barrier and cultural boundaries. These motions innately dwell within us all till one day, we achieve a grand awakening.
Allow me to shed light on said awakening: We are born with this hereditary condition that suddenly activates when we reach puberty. Once we acquire it, it lends grace and rythm to our response to music. And this music is the music of drums, love, guitars, lust, horns and anxiously beating hearts.
We become enthralled in its primal necessities as it arises on its own within us. Yet it is not taught. It cant be. How could something so pure be taught in a class or on a field?
You see, this motion goes on to consume our every waking moment as we grow into men and women. Its transfixes us in the only wild things we are allowed to do in this day and age of civility and polite mannered society.
It becomes a form of worship. And we dedicate shrines to it in the name of clubs, bedrooms and performance stages.
Nightclubs are where the magic truly happens. I particularly love how alcohol gets people onto the floor and makes them believe themselves to be phenomenal dancers. Some truly are. But even for the ones that objectively aren’t, it’s still a magical thing to watch. The dedicated look one has thrusting their pelvis while spotting a cheeky grin is entertainment enough. Somehow, tipsy patrons find space to place brownian steps through a packed dancefloor with inadequate ventilation. Any logistical challenge is easily overcome when one is alcoholically motivated. Oh, the resilience of the social drinker…
Admittedly, as a man, watching women dance is my favorite activity within the nightclub ecosystem. The sensual wiggling of a voluminous backside can (in the words of Kanye West) convert atheists into believers. Sometimes I wonder; perhaps the only right way for a woman to dance is for her to dance dirty. But I digress.
This whole dancing business is part of the mating ritual. It enables the robust industry of hospitality to exist and thrive. Consequently, the collective stirring of loins and desire to gyrate ensures that the economy runs like clockwork. It is obviously the grand incentive to do anything worthwhile. We build empires, bridges, foster trading relationships and even kill to ensure this motion is made.
How then can one say that dancing is not divine?
A line from the song ‘Kadori’ by Dr. O. Kassam Kale loosely translated into English:
“Kadori, you are the pretty one that makes the guitar player smile”