"No, left and right and then twist! Cousin, you are hopeless."
Nakia sighed and submitted to having her hips firmly repositioned under the strong hands of her cousin Uyai. Motherhood had helped not at all with Uyai's childhood bossiness.
But her soul calmed inside her as she practiced the dance on her childhood home's brick terrace. Below, the reeds of the river plain rippled golden in the slanting afternoon sun. She had seen many places, some lovely, some not. None could compare.
"Again, before you embarrass the entire tribe tomorrow," Uyai ordered, and Nakia placed her feet: remembering, relearning, recovering.