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She sang with confidence, danced effortlessly and astounded the crowd, how does she...? Where does she...? Who is she!?. I was one of the 40000 maidens, the Royal Kingdom and thousands of tourists, locals, Chiefs who were aghast by this flawlessly beautiful, intrepid young British maiden who knew everything and more of what was taking place. White skin on a black mans body was what we all could describe this eye-opening experience. Her attire was worn with dignity, with pride and so much meaning to it. Her angelic voice echoed right through the fields demanding attention! The sun rays landed on her skin making her shine like perfectly polished diamond on the window of an expensive jewellery store. Her big blue eyes reflected the clear skies of spring, idiosyncratic she was. Maidens lost their confidence, question marks on their faces but who will answer because the platform owner was heavily absorbed in what she came for today, the Dance Reed. With her pure and happy soul, she taught other maidens her playlist, taught them her confident moves, spoke fluently the Swati language and made everyone proud of how beautiful their culture is that it attracts other races. Travelling half a thousand kilometers from home, i didnt expect to find a different race, a different colour for that matter, joining in and leading the maidens with traditional songs and dance. Tourists yes, media yes of this race was what we ONLY expected to find on this day. When she sang, her voice did not only make us want to hear more of her singing but the choice of her songs, her pronunciations were of a true Swati born and bread citizen. "... ngoba sitindfombi thina sitimbali zetwe bakithi..." "... because we are virgins/maidens, we are the flowers of the nation..." The beauty of seeing an individual rejoicing, celebrating, going an extra mile with learning the culture, tradition (songs, dance, attire and language) of the other makes one question themselves, why cant i not do such with other cultures? When i speak of this day, when i narrate my experience of this day, people tend to think i am telling a tale something that has never and will never happen in the history of amaNguni culture. This to me was not only an amazing and astonishing moment but a lesson to life. Lessons of not to only understand your circle of life but worry and research, learn and practice what the rest of the other races, culture and the world is doing at this day and age. White turned black... I didnt expect to find white skinned British young maiden in a black Swaziland body.