I’ve been watching footage of his moves since 3:30 am this morning. That level of genius still amazes and astounds
His dance steps remain quite elusive. The seamless coordination between his legs, waist, and eyes defies rationality throwing goose pimples all over the body no matter how many times you watch it
His body was built to dance. He never lost that skill. The sound moving him towards positions that defy logic, making me move my head and my legs on the couch as I watch
He remains my go-to person to relax and to get my mindset for a week of passionate sale as I try to cover the gap staring at me on my play Babakekere
Michael Jackson’s level of genius can not be taught. Do not mind the motivational speakers who say,’ You can be anything you wanna be’
My people, I beg to differ badly. You can never be this one. The fluidity of movements, the synchronizing glide through space, the affixed posturing on the floor as if his toes were nailed to the ground and then his body moving like a well-designed flag pole swaying to the smooth breeze from the Mediterranean
As you watch, you give, thanks to God. This is God’s doing. I think God chooses some of these kinds of people to show us a glimpse of his wonders
Michael Jackson wasn’t human. He knew it. I knew it, and millions knew it, and that is why we fainted by merely seeing him. Me, I have fainted twice from just watching him on my father’s old color TV, making Daddy Edgar scream from fear and pouring water all over me
I have watched a combined 450 hours of different Michael Jackson dance movements since January this year, and I must say, this wasn’t a mere mortal.
Kai
Duke of Shomolu
