My sisters and I were trained in traditional children dances. So we always looked for opportunities when cultural shows would be organized and then we would participate. It was most unexpected of us to hear the news of a cultural show to take place in the complex. And so when we did, we were excited to include our names.
The grand day arrived. Mom was busy with our makeup and costumes. I dressed up as a boy, and my sisters were dressed and ready too. When the children came and knocked on our back door, they were taken up by complete surprise at our new appearances. So our family and the children went to the show that had already started and we were waiting for our turns and Dad was ready with the taperecorder with batteries inside which would play the dance songs (This is the eighties; so don’t be surprised if I didn’t talk about a CD player.)
Our turn came. We went onto the stage in the theater hall. The music started up. And we performed to our best. We smiled while dancing and the audience smiled back. It was a success and everyone enjoyed it!! Next was our little sister’s turn. She danced solo. When she finished, she was also applauded.
Then we went to another area of the complex where food was arranged after the show ended. There were all yummies to choose from and we were still in makeup and costumes but nobody minded neither did we. The food appetization soon ended. We exchanged thanks and goodbyes. It was going to be a lasting memory indeed!!