The dance patrons cheered themselves along with liquors, brandishing a stout or a beer in both hands. The men bought liquor for the ladies and themselves; half-way between each drink, another round was served. The orders at the counter were placed non-stop. As the liquor shimmered in their heads, it was a ‘dance moves showdown’. Back-to-back, shoulder-to-shoulder, belly-to-belly, they rubbed and dubbed, pumped and lapped each other. They pivoted on their head tops, skinned out their legs and shimmied on their backs. Not to be outdone, there was the ‘Miss Dancehall Queen’ in the midst.

Extract from The Demise of Cane Field Paradise by Georgia Brown


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