While away on holiday, there was an evening planned with a Fijian
Meke Dance show performed by the residents of the local village. The women were graceful and synchronized. Their dance was subtle in its gesture and each dance told a story about their village life. The boys (ages 7-11) did 3 different dances - each more incredible then the next.
Feisty, spirited, pulsing, masculine. They danced with their warrior clubs: waving them in mock battle, slamming them to the floor to create
rhythmic percussion, and even poking at us in the audience. Other parents, younger brothers and sisters sat on a mat behind the dancers playing instruments and singing - creating the music for the evening. Every villager had a role, a contribution. And man, did they all know how to move freely and with abandon. Truly inspiring night.
While away on holiday, there was an evening planned with a Fijian Meke Dance show performed by the residents of the local village. The women were graceful and synchronized. Their dance was subtle in its gesture and each dance told a story about their village life. The boys (ages 7-11) did 3 different dances - each more incredible then the next. Feisty, spirited, pulsing, masculine. They danced with their warrior clubs: waving them in mock battle, slamming them to the floor to create rhythmic percussion, and even poking at us in the audience. Other parents, younger brothers and sisters sat on a mat behind the dancers playing instruments and singing - creating the music for the evening. Every villager had a role, a contribution. And man, did they all know how to move freely and with abandon. Truly inspiring night.
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