I have added another entry to my C.V. Up until yesterday, I was a single mum, full-time worker, part-time masters student (no, not UNILAG or LASU- I don't believe in pissing my money off getting a Nigerian Masters, story for another day), part time omo-odo / housegirl because we do not have one, full-time friend to Miss A (that is a valid entry believe me). O.k., I think that's it.
Now, I have added Cuban salsa dancer to the list. Cuban salsa, Cuban salsa, Cuban salsa...I love the way it rolls off my tongue. It sounds so exotic. I started my classes yesterday. Why? Because, sadly, I do not have rhythm. Or so my siblings claim. They say that if a gun was held to my head and someone said “dance or die!” they would have to arrange for a burial. *fume*
So, for 15hrs this month, I am going to be learning the skills that will wow my cynical siblings and perhaps the world. Look out shakira!! I will soon be launching HIPS DON”T LIE Part two in no time. Don’t worry, I will still remember you all when my dancing brings me fame and glory.
And no, my tutor does not look that hot.