Last night in Zanzibar. Last night of our large conference. It's gotten late, and only a scattered group of my colleagues and some of the event's participants are left at the dinner tables near the pool side, overlooking the sea. The band is playing something more upbeat, we all start dancing. One of the quite senior, very well respected participants takes the microphone and sings a capella. We have all had a few drinks already. After this, the band starts to pack up. We are disappointed, and with all our charms, convince them to continue. Now they really turn on the heat, we shake everything we got, our group is as diverse as our dance styles, originating from Kenya, Morocco, Cameroon, Madagascar, Germany and so on. After 3 songs, we request yet another encore, and they play "Hakuna Matata", which we have all learned is the "inofficial national anthem". We dance in a circle , pairs of 2 people move to the center and have hip shaking competitions. When the music is finished for good, some of us just look at each other, remove our watches, and with a running start, jump into the pool. One after the other, people join us in the water, each displaying their personal jumping style, under lots of splashing, laughing and cheering. The music continues in the pool as we start singing. As we get cold, we come out of the pool, and give big, hearty hugs to the only one of us who hadn't jumped, making sure he gets properly wet after all.
