In the warm moon-lit African evening people gathered around a large table decked with a large platter of rice. The misciui would soon begin. The goats roasting on the fire would soon be ready.
Someone came with a balafon and his friend brought drums. They began to play as the rest of the guest listened. The meat was soon ready and placed in the in honor at the center of the table.
Everyone began to eat as the music played on, eventually becoming more obsessive. A couple finished eating stood up and began to shake with the rhyme of the drums, their dance sensual, a perfect imitation of love-making as he leaned over her and she responded.
Drink flowed liberally and as each person had his fill of meat and rice, they too began to dance obsessed with the music. Soon under the light of the moon gyrating couples were lost in the magic of the music and the moon. All but one old man.
A girl tried to pull him into the center of the dance area. He shook her off and refused saying: “My days of dancing are now past me! I remember when I was young and shouted at my grandfather, either dance well or start drinking. I’m drinking tonight!”
under the skies of Africa
an old man drinks
The prompt this week at Ligo Haibun is “Either dance well or start drinking”.
* misciui is a sort of barbecue, I’m not sure how one spells it, I’ve only heard it used.