Go. I look around the room.
Women sing vivaciously; their faces aglow and expressive. Some dance toward the front of the hall. Without restraint, hesitation, or any self-consciousness whatsoever, they dance and dance and dance. Completely unashamed. With total abandonment.
I sway (my cheap version of dancing). My smile makes up for my whiteness.
Their voices -- beautiful, blended, strong -- catch my heart. I am certain they catch God's as well.
My smile grows with each rhythmic beat. I close my eyes, listening with more than my ears. For the briefest of moments, I feel peace.
I love the women of Africa.