A matron stands barefoot in the middle of a large hall. She is dressed in a gold coin bra and belt, a blue chiffon scarf draped around her round shape. As she starts to count, a young man keeps time on a drum. Thrusting her hip to the beat, she swivels on the ball of her left foot. Then, in a single motion, she steps forward to slowly extend her arms out and up.
A sea of arms extends as nine hundred bodies mirror her move. Then the drumming stops, and the women’s voice floats above the tinkling of …