As the Ministers of Groove took to the stage one by one, each performance seemed to outdo the last. The podium, instead of being a place for dry political discourse, had been transformed into a DJ booth. The seats of the “parliamentarians” were replaced with dance floors, and the audience eagerly waited for the proceedings to begin. The GNU had set the stage for a new kind of national unity—one that didn’t rely on speeches and debates, but on rhythm, humour, and the simple joy of dancing together under the stars one thing was clear: this was just the beginning.
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As the Ministers of Groove took to the stage one by one, each performance seemed to outdo the last. The podium, instead of being a place for dry political discourse, had been transformed into a DJ booth. The seats of the “parliamentarians” were replaced with dance floors, and the audience eagerly waited for the proceedings to begin. The GNU had set the stage for a new kind of national unity—one that didn’t rely on speeches and debates, but on rhythm, humour, and the simple joy of dancing together under the stars one thing was clear: this was just the beginning.