“Your body is your drum”


Your body is your drum” I told them. I didn’t know what to expect, flying from Brooklyn, New York to Senegal to teach Step dance, something I love entirely and is common in America but strange and new to Senegal, but as we began to synchronize our movements with the percussive claps and stomps of Step it all came together and I knew this was worth the journey.

Music. My first day started a week after the initial program began and I immediately realized I had missed an awesome week of camp. After being greeted by each student I was engulfed in music and songs of the day. Smiling students who were shy in between verses but quickly brought to life by the rhythms of the morning rituals. “You can’t ride in my red wagon, the wheels are broken and the axle’s dragging, same song same verse…” but there is nothing the same about this experience, I am forever touched and forever grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to be a part of this. I am here to teach, but this has been an exchange. 
Heather DeLeon 

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