"Look at their precision," Olaedo murmured to Nnenna, who nodded, eyes wide with awe.
Then, without warning, the tempo surged. The dancers exploded into a storm of motion.
Feet pounded the polished floor in perfect rhythm with the drums, and the room throbbed with the energy of their performance. Traditional chants, sung with voices both commanding and soulful, bounced off the high ceilings.
Guests couldn't resist. Hands clapped, some rose to their feet, caught in the spell of the spectacle.
"Now, this is what I call culture," an elder remarked, nodding with approval.
Even the younger guests, previously distracted by their phones and whispered conversations, were mesmerized.
The troupe shifted into a duel, a theatrical contest between male and female dancers. Every leap, spin, and feint carried the intensity of a real battle, earning gasps and cheers in equal measure.
