I was in Malawi Africa a couple of years ago with a group of journalists. At an official function a dance group was performing.
A dancer asked me to join in the dancing. I was reluctant, but threw off my shoes and moved as best I could to the throbbing drumbeats.
He gestured, I gestured. He sat me down and danced around me for a few minutes, made gestures, and I made gestures back.
Suddenly everyone clapped and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Oh,” a minister said. “Your new name is Ngunda. You two are now married.”


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As far as I know we're still married if I go back to Malawi. :)
AS an aside, when I was 16, my father had the opportunity to move to either Malawi or Munich for a year. He chose Munich. I sometimes wonder how different my life might have turned out had he made the other choice.
Stellaa, that too.
Greg, the honeymoon consisted of me running out of the room.
Randy, more stories to follow, as I promised.
Steve, Munich has better beer. And if you had moved to Malawi you would have found that the dirt road highways have no signs because people take them to make shelters. Extreme poverty. Very sad.
So I decided not to take my third husband, and stayed solo.
And nothing happened aside from getting the hell out of there, politely, of course.
I think MTK said it best. SAUCY!!!! But always thought provoking.
Terrific story ... gotta love new cultures!!!
Lea, that was deliciously surprising. Talk about a plot twist.
Thumbed.
The gestures I made during the dance were waving my hands around, towards him. Now, the gestures after ...
Greg, thank you. What a combo! Do you think Emily Dickenson would have stayed in Malawi and written those little gems of verse? "Because I couldn't stop for my husband the dancer, he kindly stopped for me ... etc."
No Bill, no smoke signals. Not even a Skype.
And yes, Dorinda I did refer to this in an earlier posting --that I married someone after 20 minutes. And as far as I know, it is legal in Malawi!