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New rain jive

by Linekela Halwoodi


you can always expect almost anything from a weekend in Katutura but not a rain dance, which was the first of its kind at Katutura Arts Centre Boiler House last weekend.
Rain Dance, what is that? When I attended, I did not know what to expect but when I walked into the hall and had a glimpse of the first performance by the girls, I almost missed a step en route to my seat - true story.
With ‘Passion Fruit’ as its theme, the show’s performances included emotional dances by College of the Arts students, poem recitals and song performances by Lize Ehlers.
Lize’s performances were poetic She did a piece on a woman saddened by the troubles of the earth but it could have been a man as well, as her suit and hat suggested that she was role-playing as a man.
To a newbie, rain dance looks like a contemporary dance by ballerinas but we are not talking “swan lake”, as there are no tip-toe dances but poetic displays in dance filled with emotion.
The most intriguing dance was done by six girls in tight buns, black tops and long red flowing dresses that hardly touched their feet. They performed in circles around the stage. I would say they were doing fertility dances.
A masked woman, in a long hood flowed on stage, with her hands tied behind and danced all over the stage as she tried to free herself.
However, the most fascinating performance was by what looked like a Greek goddess; perhaps the ‘Goddess of Light’, if there is such a thing. On her head, she balanced a candle holder with burning candles while she belly-danced all the way to the floor.
The performances had the crowd on the edge of their seats while I was only concerned about blinking at the wrong time, missing something during the performances.
Like every performance, however, especially with this being its first, obvious stage faults like lack of perfect timing and footing were visible. Nonetheless, the girls did a great job in improvising and almost mastering the art of covering every live blunder.