Good Times

I had the honor of being included in a dinner party at the house of one of the PAC docs, which included all the new docs, as well as the two visiting scholars who are leaving on Sunday. He has a neighbor who caters Indian food, so we had the most amazing dinner-- seriously the best samosas I've ever eaten.



Then, we decided to head over to Good Times. It is basically the only bar in Maseru, and Thursday nights they have live music.



Scott, I thought of you the entire time that I was at Good Times. You would have loved it.



When we first walked in, there was some type of open mic night going on, with two men rapping in a blend of Sesotho and English. At first, I thought it was super silly. But after a few minutes, both the vibe and the people won me over.



The bar was in the middle of the rooom, and even though there was no specific dance floor, everyone was grooving in a way that I've never experienced. It didn't matter if they were sitting at a table in the corner and having a conversation, everyone in that room was moving to the beat, creating this fun energy. Different people went up on stage to sing, again in blends of languages, and one group was totally a Lesotho Boy Band. Girls screamed, the singers danced and beat at their hearts and reached out to the crowd, and then they sang a song that was a mix of the Cuban shuffle and the Electric Slide, but involved spelling out J-E-S-U-S. Fantastic! I've never been surrounded by so many good dancers, either. And the people surrounding us forced us to join them in their dancing and grooving-- full of smiles and so friendly.



Quote of the night: When Beyonce's "All the single ladies" song came on, the man next to me said-- "I love when they place this. Then I can look around and see who's raising their arms in the air and know who it is okay to ask to dance." How polite is that!?! Love it : - )



Next Thursday I'll be in Mohotklong, but the week after that I'm totally going back to Good Times . . .