Last night, we went to the African Hip Hop Indaba as sponsored by the Heal the Hood Project. Like an idiot, I wore my Frye boots and old jeans, looking like Kellie Pickler in the Bronx. My sore-thumb status aside, it was by far the sweetest thing I've seen this side of America's Best Dance Crew.
There were obvious Jabberwockie influences, but for the most part, all the dancers were incredibly talented and diverse (there were crews there from Morocco, Zimbabwe, and Botswana).
We saw the semi-final and final events in krumping, popping, and breaking. And yes, those are categories of hip hop dance.
Next time, I'll think twice before trying to replicate Beyoncé's "Single Ladies" dance again.
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