Dance enthusiast
or not, you cannot but be fascinated by the kind of weird and funny dance steps
and routines we have nowadays. Since dance involves the movement of the body
and its parts, we can be sure we would see more bizarre, creepy and eerie
movements in our lifetime. Dance is inexhaustible.
Fads come and go, trends are never
here to stay, and patterns are particular only the first time they appear. Same
can be said for dance – they are only for an exact season. How long the season
might be is the unpredictable factor. But in all these, I’ve seen an exception
to the rule. It was around before I was born. This present generation met it on
ground. Heck, when the world ends in 3012 and this world is filled with nobody
living now, it would still be going strong, I’m sure of it. Presenting… a
movement far more than a dance step… the happened… the happening… the
experience… the phenomenon… the KOMOLE.
Komole (Yoruba name), literarily
means to ‘touch or reach the floor’. That more than explains the dance. It is a
dance that neglects the concepts of time, weight and space. This widely known
dance is achieved by allowing gravity to dictate your movement from whatever
position you were in. And the only way gravity moves, in case you do not
remember, is down, down, down. That’s the joy of the komole. It doesn’t start or
finish any dance, but it interludes into another dance, giving the dancer an
unprecedented crescendo needed for the travel in the path of exiting a gyrated
orchestra and entrancing another one.
We all know that
the person or people who start a revolution are not the ones who finish it. And
the ones who finish it bear the brunt of the decline even though they enjoy
most the benefits accruing from the insurrection. The luckiest, to me, are the
people who gave the revolution the momentum, got the uprising to the highest
point of victory and acceptance before backing off. It is said that the flower
start dying at the highest point of its blossoming. The apex of the mountain
signals that the only way to keep moving is go downwards. The point of the
greatest peril, the inevitable decline begins at the achievement of the utmost
victory. My point is, the komole is the only dance that is both a blessing and
a curse. A blessing, because it leads you to that climax in your dance routine
making it exotic. A curse, because once you’ve reach that zenith, no matter how
hard you try, any other dance step doesn’t just add up, Any other dance parody
just doesn’t improve the overall dance. A very good one might maintain the
tempo and pace but none can augment or amplify on the whole. Komole, although
lasting a few seconds or minutes (if you have an inhuman stamina), is what is
supposed to be called the total dance application. Why? You ask. Your answer
lies in last three paragraphs (were you even reading this at all?)
Everything has a history, the reason
why it is what it is and how it is. Honestly, the exact times-gone-by of the
komole beats me. To know about an old, you go to the old, right? Well, from a
woman reported to be over a hundred years old (there is no I-got-
to-Russia-using-my-grandpa’s-bicycle-powered-by-nitro-boost story here, I
promise), I learnt a few things. Apparently, in the olden days of old, young
maidens moved with their mothers or female masters from town to town selling
wares. The sale of the merchandise was just a means to an end. They were always
sure to arrive at towns or villages during market days or market seasons. These
days were usually busy by any standard – just imagine a Brazilian carnival but
instead of scantily feather-dressed ladies and booze, there are a lot of buying
and selling and negotiating going on. Most communities on these market days
take time off (usually a day or two) to relax. The chillaxing involved the
young maidens in the market square dancing to bata, gangan and the sort to
entice the young men of that village to take notice of them and ask for their
hands in marriage. The end to which the sale and purchase of goods is the
means, is marriage. So, women sell their wares as long as they still have
daughters or female servants ready to get hitched. The catch? Their dance moves
(something about a very good female dancer being a very wife. Don’t ask me
how). The most successful dance application? If you don’t know it by now, you
should stop reading this article.
Tales that touch, ehn? Here’s
another one. In my secondary school, I was involved in an ethnic contemporary
dance - in other words, traditional dance. I never had the slightest idea I would
soon be slyed by my so called friends and dance colleagues. We had practiced
for weeks and we were all sure of a perfect performance. I was placed in the strategic
position of the middle of everybody. No, I was neither the tallest nor the
slickest dancer. I was the only boy in the group. The other male students
bolted (pun intended) when they discovered we would perform the cultural songs
in front of the whole school. I was not deterred and I stayed behind, coupled
with the fact that I would be the only dancing guy among dancing girls which
would give me the title, Balogun awon Obinrin. It turned out to be the second
worst decision I’ve ever made. On the d-day, we were set more than ever. When
we started our routine, everybody was enjoying it – the audience, us, and me.
The hype and excitement suddenly got to our lead singer and she decided to up
it a notch. Down she went with the komole and stayed down. It only took a
second for the remaining of us get the hint. I wanted to scream “NO! Please
NO!” I could dance but komole was a hard bit for me. Everybody around me went
down like they didn’t have bones (females seem to have an easier time dancing
the komole. Don’t ask me why). I kept standing in my ‘strategic’ position in
the middle like a fool. Okay, they would soon get up. I thought. I was wrong.
They kept dancing while almost on squatting. I tried to move down but it was
too late. The lead singer had to rise up not because she was tired but because
I was pitied. I got laughed at but I learnt my lesson: when the komole starts
knocking, you should not be caught asleep because it won’t wake you up. You
should be caught standing, ready to go below, konko below.