Raw Happiness. Some thing we lost in my land……

” I think we modern people have forgotten the taste of real happiness” i said to ertyass, and she frowned at me as if not understanding what i really meant. I was sitting with a kind girl who invited me on a local Ghanaian music concert, the ambiance was quite bohemian, with people who were still trying to live the hippie dream and the university students who were still forming their dreams……. the musicians started playing instruments i never seen in my life, instruments you may laugh at seeing them but all having such raw but mellow and pure sounds that you become entranced as if some old voodoo spell is poured onto you … the singer(wearing a traditional goatskin cape) like a witchdoctor was conducting the matters of winds and rain with his lorldy gestures and filling the empty spaces with his musical notes….. the lyrics were a bit funny, the singer being the only child in the family was singing for the lord to get him enough strength to serve the family and tribe, the singer singing “i walk alone, i talk alone, i eat alone, i am a lonely lonely lonely man”, and “hallelujah, praise the lord”……..and i found my self on the dancing floor dancing the beats of nature and life….and then i saw the African man who in that moment was the happiest person in the whole universe, dancing as if the whole world is dancing for him and with him and that he needs to return the dance to the world in the most earnest way he can, and i realized i was unhappy because i forgot how to dance…..and i danced leaving aside all shyness and civility…..remembering Zorba the greek’s words “when i am unhappy i dance”……
Long after that episode Ertyaas said , ” i know now what you mean we forgot the taste of real happiness” and we danced alone again for a long time…..and i thought when my country people will come even close to experiencing this raw free happiness……..