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On an evening in 1964, in a small village in the Mozambican province of Manica, a celebration was underway. A Portuguese trader passed by the batuque and, attracted by the light of the bonfire and the rhythm of the drums, he parked his vehicle and approached the scene. The dancing and music suddenly stopped, and the village chief stepped forward. He said in his own tongue, “White man, you came to a batuque. At a batuque, everybody has to dance. Dance!” From the tone of the chief’s voice, the ... |
