Nairobi was alive with the vibrant sounds of music and laughter that Saturday night. The monthly dance night at a local community center was in full swing, and this time, it was a salsa theme. But for 26-year-old Leila, the idea of stepping onto a dance floor made her palms sweat. She was a single mom to her seven-year-old daughter, Ayana, and had long since traded her party shoes for practical flats. “Leila, usiogope! Just come and have fun!” Amani, her best friend, had insisted. “You need to get out and shake it off!” “But I can’t dance,” Leila protested, wringing her hands. “I’ll just embarrass myself.” “ That’s the point! It’s not about being perfect; it’s about enjoying yourself. Besides, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall! ” Amani teased, winking. After much convincing, Leila reluctantly agreed. With Ayana spending the night at her aunt’s place, she finally had the freedom to step out. Dressed in a flowy skirt and a cute top, she tried to ignore the butterflies in...
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