The Day I Was a Failure - 03/08

Okay - I know that title sounds harsh!  But man, oh man, was it intense! 
Picture it, Moshi, 2016...
A group of 8 volunteers is ready for the dancing lesson, accompanied by local volunteers.
Well... this little island girl stands out amongst the 'mzungu' {foreigners}... and for today not in a good way.  I guess the assumption was I would have a really good sense of rhythm and be able to pick up the steps easily... (not exactly). As we were learning the steps I was following along, marking the steps. I guess the correct thing to do would have been to go all out each and every time because I was soon yelled at for standing too stiffly... holding my hands across my chest...
Things got worse when we switched over to the singing part of our lesson. It appeared the assumption this time was I should know the words to the Swahili song we were singing! It was kind of funny the way the older man was getting frustrated with me. Oh well. .. Hakuna matata!
Even though it was good fun, I'll stick to my F3 classes instead of picking up African dance!