Life on air : memoirs of a broadcaster

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That evening, a group of men with guitars, mandolins and drums made from tin cans started to play.  Women wearing long grass skirts began to dance and soon everyone was strutting and jigging in an awkward gawky fashion quite unlike any other dances we had seen in the islands.  The music and the song they sang was neither a traditional Tannese chant, nor a version of the Pacific pop music that incessantly blared from the traders’ stores.  The followers of John Frum belonged to neither world. 

That evening, a group of men with guitars, mandolins and drums made from tin cans started to play.  Women wearing long grass skirts began to dance and soon everyone was strutting and jigging in an awkward gawky fashion quite unlike any other dances we had seen in the islands.  The music and the song they sang was neither a traditional Tannese chant, nor a version of the Pacific pop music that incessantly blared from the traders’ stores.  The followers of John Frum belonged to neither world. 

excerpt from 'Life on air : memoirs of a broadcaster' pp. 139 (87 words)

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