Avigail’s Belly Enthrals Kampala Casino
ASSUMING such a term can be used, there are some vital ingredients one needs to be a belly dancer.
The Israeli belly dancer’s performance left patrons with their jaws in their laps
By Timothy Bukumunhe
ASSUMING such a term can be used, there are some vital ingredients one needs to be a belly dancer. A sizeable bust, a belly that has quite a bit of flesh on it, a bottom that can cause ripples of shock and awe and, lastly, ample thighs. Avigail, the belly dancer from Israel, displayed all these qualities as she took to the stage at Kampala Casino last Wednesday. However, what she didn’t have was the staying power of our Kiganda dancers who can seemingly wriggle their bums for hours on end. Avigail lasted less than an hour.
When Avigail came on stage, she got right down to business. She wore what looked like a rich, red velvet skirt, a black see-through net around her belly and a red velvet bra. Her acessories included a silk shawl, which she waved about.
Barely minutes into her routine, she descended onto the media table and persistently hovered round me - her belly doing all kinds of contractions as she picked me to do a stint with her. Even if I had been given notice and had taken time out to practice, I would have never cracked it. Not only was it one of the most strenuous dance acts I have done, it was also one that ridiculed me. Avigail, had masterminded her act. She flowed between the tables with a graceful ease, her body doing the seemingly impossible, which had many sitting there with their jaws in their laps.
At the start of the second routine, Avigail took time out to explain what belly dancing was all about. Every move has a meaning and expression. She said: “For example, I can laugh, which will trigger movement in my breasts. There is also the camel move, which is the body moving back and forth almost like a hump.†The crowd laughed when she demonstrated the hump, perhaps because the dance had sexual connotations. There were other dances: the snake, bird and washing machine.
The guest-list that evening included Knight Frank’s Judy Rugasira, Simba Telcom’s Carol and Patrick Bitature, Camille and Dr. Aliker and Gladys as well as Capt. Mike Mukula, UTL’s Paul Hansen and flower man Tom Mugenga. Ends
By Timothy Bukumunhe
ASSUMING such a term can be used, there are some vital ingredients one needs to be a belly dancer. A sizeable bust, a belly that has quite a bit of flesh on it, a bottom that can cause ripples of shock and awe and, lastly, ample thighs. Avigail, the belly dancer from Israel, displayed all these qualities as she took to the stage at Kampala Casino last Wednesday. However, what she didn’t have was the staying power of our Kiganda dancers who can seemingly wriggle their bums for hours on end. Avigail lasted less than an hour.
When Avigail came on stage, she got right down to business. She wore what looked like a rich, red velvet skirt, a black see-through net around her belly and a red velvet bra. Her acessories included a silk shawl, which she waved about.
Barely minutes into her routine, she descended onto the media table and persistently hovered round me - her belly doing all kinds of contractions as she picked me to do a stint with her. Even if I had been given notice and had taken time out to practice, I would have never cracked it. Not only was it one of the most strenuous dance acts I have done, it was also one that ridiculed me. Avigail, had masterminded her act. She flowed between the tables with a graceful ease, her body doing the seemingly impossible, which had many sitting there with their jaws in their laps.
At the start of the second routine, Avigail took time out to explain what belly dancing was all about. Every move has a meaning and expression. She said: “For example, I can laugh, which will trigger movement in my breasts. There is also the camel move, which is the body moving back and forth almost like a hump.†The crowd laughed when she demonstrated the hump, perhaps because the dance had sexual connotations. There were other dances: the snake, bird and washing machine.
The guest-list that evening included Knight Frank’s Judy Rugasira, Simba Telcom’s Carol and Patrick Bitature, Camille and Dr. Aliker and Gladys as well as Capt. Mike Mukula, UTL’s Paul Hansen and flower man Tom Mugenga. Ends