Call me old fashioned, but lately I have noticed that in Cape Town, everywhere I go, it feels like I am in a dance club. 

During many lunch hours at the University of Cape Town, there is a stage set up outside of Jameson hall, with music, dancing, contests, free items.  At least one lunch hour a week, the club comes to UCT.

Students at UCT are all ready for the club.  Now that spring is here, all the girls have taken it upon themselves to wear not only less clothing, but also “going out” outfits.  Breasts, belly button rings and legs are all out in the open, probably making many professors feel very uncomfortable to teach in front of so many bare body parts.

Outside UCT, down main road, the minibuses are pumpin.’  All the way to my various community service sites, I listen to the latest hip-hop jams set on high volume, while the mini-bus driver shakes his breaks to the beat.

So no longer do I need to go to Chrome, the trendy clubs come to me where ever I go, whether I like it or not, I always gotta be ready to dance.