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Dancing Is Freedom
A long long time ago, in a buzzling village of lawal, there lived a young girl named lisa. She was well known for her love of dancing. From the moment she could walk, she danced to every beat she came aross, feeling the rhythm in her soul.
Watching lisa, one could tell that dancing was more than just a movement she made with her body or a skill, it was a way of life for her, a language she epressed with her body graciously.
One faithful eve, the village held its annual canival, this celebration brought alot of folks from so many neighbouring villages together.
The streets were decourated with colorful banners, ballons and musicians played beautiful lively tunes that echoed through the air. Everyone gathered in the square, laughing, eating, familirizing with friends and of course dancing. But amidst the crowd, lisa stood still, watching with her soulful eyes.
A group of performers invited her to dance, but lisa shyed away. To be honest for as long as she could remember, if she accepted this invitation it will be her first time dancing in front of people. The thought of it made her heart race—not with fear, but with something deeper. She worried that others wouldn’t understand what dancing meant to her.
As she stood there, an elderly woman, known as Mama fumi, approached her. Mama fumi was the town's oldest storyteller, revered for her wisdom and kindness. She smiled at lisa and said softly, "Why do you hold back, my child? I see in your eyes a longing, a spark that yearns to be set free."
Lisa lowered her gaze and whispered, "Dancing is my escape. It’s where I find myself, where I feel free. I’m afraid that if I dance here, in front of everyone, they’ll see me, but they won’t understand. To them, it's just steps and turns. But to me... it's freedom."
Mama fumi chuckled and gently held her hand . "You know, child, true freedom comes not from hiding what makes you feel alive, but from sharing it. Freedom is not just for you alone—it is something that can inspire others. When you dance, you show the world your soul, and that’s a gift."
With those words resounding in her ear drums, lisa took a deep breath and decided to accept the invitation. She stepped into the middle of the square, everywhere fading into a blur.
The music swelled, and for a moment, she stood still, feeling the beat of her heart align with the music.Then, with a sudden burst of energy like a force,she began to move.
Her body flowed like water, every step, every leap a reflection of the joy and liberty she felt.
The crowd, at first caught off guard, watched in awe as lisa gracefully danced like no one was watching. Her movements were wild yet graceful, filled with an untold deep emotion and passion.
She swayed and twirled, her arms outstretched, embracing the world around her.In that moment, lisa was free. She danced not for the crowd, not for approval, but for herself.
She expressed the freedom that lived inside her, the feeling of breaking free from all boundaries and expectations. The crowd didn’t just see a girl dancing—they saw a soul expressing itself with pure abandon.
When the music stopped, everyone and everywhere was quiet. Then, one by one, the villgers began to clap, their applause growing louder and louder until the square was soo filled with cheers,some persons ran and lifted while they echoed her name lisa's face flushed with excitement.
Mama fumi, standing at the edge of the square, gave lisa a knowing smile. The old woman had been right. In that moment, lisa understood that dancing wasn’t just her freedom—it was her gift to the world.
Through her dance, she had shared a piece of her soul, and in doing so, she had shown everyone that true freedom comes from being yourself,and you should be unapologetic about it.
And so lisa decided from that day onward to dance as though nothing in the world could hold her back.
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