They have dancers in other countries as well. Not just africa. Let them keep their traditions alive. God don’t like art. He like obedience and boredom.
Once upon a time, in the heart of Africa, there was a small village surrounded by dense forests. The villagers lived simple lives, filled with stories of magic and folklore. One legend that captured their imagination was that of the dancing ghosts.
According to the tale, when the moon was at its brightest and the night was still, the spirits of the ancestors would emerge from the shadows and dance under the starry sky. These dancing ghosts were said to possess incredible grace and beauty, their movements like a mesmerizing symphony.
The villagers had always yearned to witness this mystical spectacle but feared the unknown. They wondered if the spirits were benevolent or if they held dark intentions. Some believed that encountering a dancing ghost would bring good fortune, while others thought it would bring misfortune and curses.
One moonlit night, as the rhythmic beat of distant drums echoed through the village, a young girl named Amina decided to venture into the forest. She was brave and curious, and her heart longed to witness the dancing ghosts. With a small lantern in hand, she made her way through the tangled trees.
As Amina ventured deeper into the forest, she noticed a faint glow emanating from a clearing up ahead. Her heart raced with excitement, realizing that she might be close to discovering the truth behind the legend. Pushing aside her fears, she moved towards the light.
When Amina entered the clearing, her eyes widened in awe. There, before her, was a sight she could hardly believe. Ghostly figures, shimmering in the moonlight, twirled and swayed in perfect harmony. Their ethereal forms seemed to float above the ground as if weightless.
Enchanted by the beauty unfolding before her, Amina watched in silence. The dancing ghosts moved with such grace and elegance that she was captivated. They seemed to communicate through their movements, expressing stories of love, loss, and triumph.
As the night wore on, Amina felt a sense of peace wash over her. The dancing ghosts radiated an aura of tranquility, dispelling any doubts or fears she had held. In that moment, she understood that these spirits were not to be feared but revered. They were a testament to the rich heritage and wisdom of her ancestors.
From that night on, Amina became the village storyteller, sharing her encounter with the dancing ghosts and spreading the message of their beauty and grace. The legend took on a new meaning, and the villagers embraced the spirits as a symbol of their heritage and connection to the past.
And so, the dancing ghosts of Africa continued to weave their magical tapestry under the moonlit sky, inspiring generations with their ethereal movements. Their legacy lived on through the hearts and stories of those who dared to believe in the power of the unseen. 👻
a bump… a little bump.. not even close to the size of a body. WTF man, you closed your mind off that quick… for a bump thats not the size of any human I've seen
If you believe in black magic than a shocking news is yeah some of the jombito control by man inside of it…..but in rural area the use black magic and yeah it’s real
I saw one fall and you could see his feet 😂
Use your brain. You’ll figure it out.
but still, that person inside are very skillfull dancer
They have dancers in other countries as well. Not just africa. Let them keep their traditions alive. God don’t like art. He like obedience and boredom.
Bullshit
Once upon a time, in the heart of Africa, there was a small village surrounded by dense forests. The villagers lived simple lives, filled with stories of magic and folklore. One legend that captured their imagination was that of the dancing ghosts.
According to the tale, when the moon was at its brightest and the night was still, the spirits of the ancestors would emerge from the shadows and dance under the starry sky. These dancing ghosts were said to possess incredible grace and beauty, their movements like a mesmerizing symphony.
The villagers had always yearned to witness this mystical spectacle but feared the unknown. They wondered if the spirits were benevolent or if they held dark intentions. Some believed that encountering a dancing ghost would bring good fortune, while others thought it would bring misfortune and curses.
One moonlit night, as the rhythmic beat of distant drums echoed through the village, a young girl named Amina decided to venture into the forest. She was brave and curious, and her heart longed to witness the dancing ghosts. With a small lantern in hand, she made her way through the tangled trees.
As Amina ventured deeper into the forest, she noticed a faint glow emanating from a clearing up ahead. Her heart raced with excitement, realizing that she might be close to discovering the truth behind the legend. Pushing aside her fears, she moved towards the light.
When Amina entered the clearing, her eyes widened in awe. There, before her, was a sight she could hardly believe. Ghostly figures, shimmering in the moonlight, twirled and swayed in perfect harmony. Their ethereal forms seemed to float above the ground as if weightless.
Enchanted by the beauty unfolding before her, Amina watched in silence. The dancing ghosts moved with such grace and elegance that she was captivated. They seemed to communicate through their movements, expressing stories of love, loss, and triumph.
As the night wore on, Amina felt a sense of peace wash over her. The dancing ghosts radiated an aura of tranquility, dispelling any doubts or fears she had held. In that moment, she understood that these spirits were not to be feared but revered. They were a testament to the rich heritage and wisdom of her ancestors.
From that night on, Amina became the village storyteller, sharing her encounter with the dancing ghosts and spreading the message of their beauty and grace. The legend took on a new meaning, and the villagers embraced the spirits as a symbol of their heritage and connection to the past.
And so, the dancing ghosts of Africa continued to weave their magical tapestry under the moonlit sky, inspiring generations with their ethereal movements. Their legacy lived on through the hearts and stories of those who dared to believe in the power of the unseen. 👻
a bump… a little bump.. not even close to the size of a body. WTF man, you closed your mind off that quick… for a bump thats not the size of any human I've seen
Just like magic trick, you need skills and art.
you are wrong you are wrong African you are wrong you are not it's not like that
The one with a stick is a kumpo not a zangbeto
Not the narrator sounding like a crow from dumbo… “this is witchcraft” 🫠
Still cool as absolute hell
Only magician knows the trick😂😂😂
If you believe in black magic than a shocking news is yeah some of the jombito control by man inside of it…..but in rural area the use black magic and yeah it’s real
lol .. thanq ❤
Explain the spining stick in detail
Magic
Africa is my forever home ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Thats just jinn
Either way still beautiful.
Pou🥺
😂😂😂😂😂
❤i I love my culture and heritage ❤this is creativity in the highest ❤if this is witchcraft then all the bigfoot and santa is wizardry…
I mean it's definitely a cool talent. Like an illusionist. It's Entertaining and fun to watch.
🫡🫡🫡🫡👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
The colonizer religion will call anything witchcraft.
Pigg. Seeking. Allwayes. In the. Beautyful.. buldings. In.. only. Tiolate.! Bulding.? Beautiful. Leady.