>He gestures for me to come up on stage, “Come!” and I feel myself letting go of my handbag, barely glancing over to see if my husband takes it for me and taking a few decisive steps onto – is this happening? – the stage. Kojo Antwi helps me up and seductively holds my hand and leads me to the center of the stage. While walking he says something like “Clap for Obruni” in his microphone. The crowd starts to cheer.
The crowd? THE CROWD? Oh my! Some 1000 pairs of eyes look at me, some are clapping and selected laughters suggest that some are expecting a funny performance including a dancing obruni, but luckily stage lights are blinding me somewhat, and we start to dance.
The music is good, I am wearing comfortable shoes and my favorite dress, I am dancing with the man of Rocklyn, Afrafranto and Odo ye de sin sika and we are all in this place out of love and empathy for Haiti.
What he looked like up close, this mysterious Mr Music man? I do not remember. Was he holding my hands? I don’t remember. In the moment, I just decide to myself to enjoy the song, the dance, the moment of having so many individuals’ attention.
It only fully hit me much later, when the concert was over and I was congratulated by a smiling husband, a crowd of acquaintances and friends, including students at Ashesi University, that Yes, I did dance with Kojo Antwi!
DOES ANYBODY HAVE PICTURES OF THIS PERSONALLY SIGNIFICANT MOMENT? Please email to kajsahallberg -at- gmail.com
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