Ọmọ Pastor: Get On The Dance Floor (The Women I Love)

As soon as the DJ started playing P-Square’s “busy body”, the whole hall became one massive dance floor.
All the teachers who had been involved in the program hurriedly scurried out of the hall. Finally, students had the place to themselves.

In the twinkle of an eye, students from all the schools were interacting with each other. It was like they had all received a sign and now was the time to get their groove on.
In the midst of the chaos that the dance floor had become, I started seeking out Rukevwe.

I can remember where she and her schoolmates were seated, all I need to do is to force my way through this throng of hormone-fueled revelers.
It was an uphill task pushing my way through. Some people just wouldn’t budge, so I had to find a way around them.

Eventually, I found myself where Rukevwe was supposed to be. Lo and behold, no one was seated there.
I looked around and could see some of her schoolmates dancing nearby. She must have gone dancing too. But I doubt that. As a pastor’s child, she most definitely wasn’t dancing to do me on this dance floor.

I made my way to two of the girls that were dancing together, I asked them if they knew where Rukevwe went.
The first girl said Rukevwe went to look for a boy at the other end of the hall. My heart sank. Which boy did Rukevwe know here?

The second girl said Rukevwe was actually on the dance floor too. Again my heart sank. She must have found the boy she was looking for and began dancing with him.
I hurriedly and painstakingly carefully began weaving through the dancing crowd in search of her.

With a crowd this large, finding one person was impossible at worst, and extremely difficult at best. The DJ wasn’t helping matters at all. His song selection was so good that the crowd got more engrossed in dancing.
Occasionally, the DJ would pick a song that elicited a cheer from the dance floor.

Other times, he would stop the track and get them singing. There were times he even demanded responses or told them what dance steps he wanted.
This DJ is a party monster.

I had searched for Rukevwe for over fifteen minutes and was about to give up hope on finding her. It wouldn’t be right to waste today looking for one girl when I could have gotten a dance with a hundred other girls.
As I resigned myself to fate and began looking for one girl, any girl to dance with, I saw Ruth and Naomi.

Ruth told me that those who were involved in the activities of the day were taking pictures at one end of the hall. Singular and group pictures were being taken and I should come to join them.
I told them that I hadn’t danced all day and would rather dance with them than take pictures.

Before the words were totally out of my mouth, Naomi knocked my head. I was shocked. What is it with this girl and thinking she is the boss of me?
Ruth stepped in and told me they would dance with me after we had taken a few pictures together.

Reluctantly, I followed them to where the pictures were being taken. We had to find our way through the dance floor again.
I am already getting tired of doing this. Teenagers and good music are a combination you never want to find yourself being forced to pass through.

All you’ll be shouting at the top of your voice is excuse me, sorry, give way, and let me pass. Ruth was really struggling to lead the way. Meanwhile, I kept peering around for Rukevwe.
Naomi soon moved herself to the front of our train. Rather than asking for the right of way, she was shoving people out of the way as we walked through. This was faster. Not as polite, but definitely faster.

Soon, we got to the picture spot, and standing there with her prize and the other quiz participants, and having their pictures taken was Rukevwe.
I almost darted to join them but had to control myself before people thought I wasn’t cool.

As soon as the crowd saw me, they said I needed to join them as the quizmaster. Proudly and with my head held high, I waltzed to the middle, standing next to Rukevwe as our pictures were taken.
Any peacock would have been jealous of the pride in my walking step as I walked.

After a few poses, it was the turn of another group of people to take their pictures. We that were involved in the quiz were dispersing as the MC announced that each dance crew would take turns with their pictures.
Ruth and Naomi grabbed my hands and dragged me back to the front.

The first dance crew was already coming, but Naomi sent them back. She asked the photographer to quickly take a couple of pictures of us, but he wouldn’t.
Ruth quickly ran over to him, and I don’t know what she told him, but by the time she came back to stand with us, the man was excitedly taking our pictures. That remains my favorite picture from secondary school.

After that, it was the turn of the dance crews to take their pictures. Ruth asked if I wanted to get on the dance floor with them or if we should wait to take a few more pictures with our schoolmates.
I told her that we would go dancing in a bit, but I needed to quickly see someone.

Doing a quick scan, I saw Rukevwe. She was standing with her a girl from her school and they were looking at us.
It was like as soon as we made eye contact, she turned around and walked into the dance floor. You needed to see the way I chased after her.

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