THE BRIDE WHO CANNOT DANCE.

It is my big day. I am beaming with beautiful smiles,but behind the smile is a cold fear of the embarrassment I am sure I am going to make of myself in front of everyone I know and sadly my every move is being caught on tape.

I used to get away during offering time in church by gently walking to and fro the offering box as if I was walking round a casket in a funeral. It is not that I do not usually have the joy of the Lord in my heart or that I am not a cheerful giver but the truth is that I am just unable to dance the David dance.

Ironically, I love music with passion,but maybe the passion is not heated enough to get me to move. On this day,it would be hard to hide this shame. I was told a ball gown would hide my legs and nobody would notice how badly I dance,I hope that would help.

He tried to teach me,he tried. At least he has enough skills to save his face on any dance floor. But knowing how much I have tried to learn in the past without success convinced me that probably moving my body to the rhythm of a song is just not my thing.

Today I would see the downside of not being a party banger,at least if I had gone to lots of parties while in school I probably would have picked up a move or two. Last night's rehearsals made me understand that I learnt nothing from all my days of watching MTV,Trace, Sound City, Channel O,etc. Today it seems I cannot escape the dance floor.

My children and grand children would go gaga every time they watch our wedding videos and see me moving like a praying mantis in a huge wedding ball gown. I heard the more the bride dances,the more money the guest spray, too bad.

I pray I never walk down the aisle again,not only because I am already walking down the aisle with my irreplaceable soul mate but also because I never want to feel the panic of the bride that cannot dance.