I danced! Like the odd ball funky Princess that I am.
Went to Jokers and I didn’t have a crew; the sisters and Ndeshitja sat outside nursing their drinks and a pizza – while I was inside on the dance floor, fucking dancing to the music.
I only spazzed out once – when my paranoid mind told me that Phillip, Lelo and co. were involved in an orgy on his floor, and here I was being a dunce.
But, you know what Nambahu did? She danced. No brooding or pondering, the girl went on the dance floor and disrupted the status quo with her moves. She didn’t dance like other people, in the groove or even in the same beat.
I danced selfishly. Owning my moves, I didn’t even care to share. I appreciated what others were doing but my body, my mind wanted to do its own thing ..because that’s generally how I roll anyway.
I came home, because the others were “exhausted”. I could’ve dance all night long, like that time at Kokos – walking out to 7am sunlight. Not tonight though, we came home. I did a bit of dancing to Michael Jackson to spend the excess energy.
I’m tired now. Sleepy.
Inspector Frost beckons me.
Phillip didn’t have an orgy with Lelo and the other girls. He’s in bed now. I guess some time I’m going to have to have a conversation about why I think that he’ll be unfaithful to me; especially considering the type of person he is.
Not now though.
Why do today, what you can do tomorrow.