dance

But it was an instant hit and only gained traction when its dance routine was featured at children's events in South East Asia.

Asamando was one of the story-time subjects that Grandma would talk about, this magical underworld where age, sickness, and pain don’t exist—where the ancestors dance with the abosom, the Ghanaian gods and spirits.

Countless dance lessons had made her spine limber as a cat’s, and she never tired of showing off.

Under the changing leaves of the trees near the house, she entertained them with some vigorous skipping and dancing games that she had recently invented.

But the nursery felt stuffy all at once, without the wonderful summer breeze that had been making the curtains billow and dance all morning.