Chapter 17Our dance in the Mango nightclub parking lot was the talk of the city for our last couple of days in Walter’s Grove. I heard it discussed on the radio in my hotel room. People came up to me in the lobby and asked if I was the one who had danced like a leopard during the celebration. People stared at me as I walked by.
I was still trying to process everything that had happened. Had the Boma Essence guided me to dance like that? I had never felt so powerful in my life. After the dance, the people had gone into the Josette and participated in the New Year Celebration as usual. But I heard from Donya Elena that the traditional Guanamamma dance performed by the dannzas received a lukewarm response from the audience. She knew they were still talking about what they had witnessed in th
