November 16, 2008
And So They Dance, a moment in the lives of the Batwa
Greetings to everyone from Africa.
Amahoro. (Peace)
Heidi and I have just returned from two days “up country” to visit some more Batwa Villages and take a bit of a hike thru the Kibira Park, escorted by some of the villagers from the Batwa Village, Busekera.
I wanted to give you a little vinette on the Batwa Dancing. You have to imagine the setting first of the poorest of people, clad in very ragged clothes. The youngest children wear torn t-shirts only that you would say has been rolling in the dirt for many, many days. The women are colorfully dressed, but not as bright, generally, as the rest of the population in Burundi. The men are wearing trousers and torn shirts, sometimes a ragged overcoat. All are mostly bare footed, but if not they will wear flip flops or plastic sandals. I think there was a recent run on bright yellow ones, however. ha ha …many seem to have that one in particular. Quite cute…
We are also up in the upper country, as they call it.. We gained elevation of maybe several thousand feet by car…So, it is all country side, rolling hills with terraced farming throughout. Banana plants, tea plants, potatoes and the like.
When we come into the village, it doesn’t take a minute before the dancing begins. First of all, they know we are part of the Community for Burnundi, an organization that advocates for the Batwa people. So, we are friends…come with people that are steadfast and focused on helping the Batwa.
The women and men both dance with incredible enthusiasm. Often it seems to begin with a group of ladies. The whistle (either regular whistle or a small pipe kind of whistle) goes into the mouth and then the feet begin to move in rhythm, the arms wave and the body follows. The sound of the bare feet hitting the dirt has a collective thump to it that propells forward the body and adds the rhythm necessary to frame the singing and dancing.
They will shake their head in a circular fashion and follow with a twist of the feet and turn a 360 with their body. All the while chanting, singing a welcoming song to us with great gusto.
The men jump in as soon as they hear the whistle blow and have an intensity and strength to their moves that add another competing yet compatible fit to the entire chorus.
Even as we dashed into the shelter of the local pastor’s home to avoid a downpour, much of the village remained outside still singing and dancing.
After we toured the village and turned up the trail to our car, spontaneous songs broke out accompanied by the bare feet thumping the ground, hands clapping a great staccato beat.
Throughout all of our visits to the villages we join them in dance, twirling, pounding our feet as best we can, of which they have a tickling delight.
Scantily clad, many of them smelling as bodies that have infrequent washings (cannot afford soap), theirs is an infectious joy that they exude and which slips into your heart for the Batwa people of Burundi.
