COME ON, GIRL (SOJI)
ABSTRACT
If beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder, then this youngster’s eyes have yet to make it to the league of beholding eyes because, of all the beauties that grace the global village, no ravishing hottie has these eyes to gush of—as nursing a fascination towards her. But that assessment would be from the standpoint of the ignorance of those hotties because, as much as it depends on their perspectives of the boy when it comes to his dealings with babes, no ravishing hottie indeed has his eyes to gush of—as nursing any such fascinations. But then, his gossipy confidants have without restraint brought the planet up to speed on his enthrallment over the goddess-like daughters of men and his morbid desire to treat a fair portion of them to really good loving. As luck would have it, it happens that he can’t bring himself to be as rakish a bachelor as those gossipy friends of his...otherwise, he would by now be swimming in oceans of regrets over a series of baneful misfortunes like his gossipy friends. If there are blessings in disappointments as they say, then the boy has bags full of blessings because, when it comes to his way with hotties, it’s been nothing but disappointments galore, fortunately. One thing is certain: he’s possibly on the verge of getting past basking in the fortunes of such letdowns to delighting himself in the very gratifying pleasances that stems from a relishing of really good loving.
It is obvious how appealing the boy finds these hotties and how much of an obliging acquaintance he is inclined to be toward them. But can the same narrative be averred about those hotties? Or, would any attempt on his part to link up with them prove to be nothing but a one-sided enterprise? Gone are the days when the boy would cry rivers over such unwelcome endeavors. A planet full of hotties can afford to play the “pricy beauty queen” on the boy…it wouldn’t matter…as long as he’s got bags full of cash to afford the life of his dreams and acquire anything whatsoever for himself…including hotties. It’s popularly said that: “money talks, trash stops!” It’s a sure thing that—with cash in the picture, the hotties’ narratives will be in tune with the boy’s…even if his narratives are gibberish. So it is understandable why his allure for them and his morbid desire to treat a couple of them to very, very “sweet loving” are incapable of spurring him towards playing Casanova. Do not count on that, though. If a man after God’s heart could send another man who trustingly took refuge under the shadow of his wings to an early grave so he’d take over the man’s wife, then the boy, who doesn’t seem to be after anyone’s heart, can do and undo. And right now, he’s got his eyes on good loving.
The situation with the boy proves right the statement that “it is splendor that all eyes perceive.” On normal glances, he comes off as the dream guy that all the maidens want to have for keeps. But in reality, he’s just a nerd in the order of Facebook CEO, Mark Zuckerberg—who had his girl out on a date—only to treat her to a discuss of codes and programming. Of course, she left his sorry ass after he made her look laughably stupid for having nothing to contribute to the convo. But that wasn’t before she gave him a piece of her heart. Turns out she didn’t hold him in as much high esteem as he possibly thought. To her, he was just a weirdo who needed her in his life if he was to ever see the light. To him, she was nothing but a sort of modest hottie who somehow managed to single herself out from the rest and make it into his good books. Sadly, she lacked the required personal appeal to keep herself in those books. And on that date night, it became obvious to the duo that they weren’t the two sides of the same coin they thought they were. So they bade each other farewell on a bad foot. While that experience resulted in annoyance and irritation on the high-school girl’s part, it drove the nerd into a depression that saw him birthing and implementing the idea that came to be known globally as ‘Facebook,’ ultimately securing him a spot amongst the world’s richest billionaires!
But the boy is no billionaire…at least not yet, neither has he recorded even meagre success in scoring himself dates with hotties…not to mention treating them to any discuss whatsoever. Hence, the unwelcome privilege of making a hottie look laughably stupid is a luxury he cannot afford…yet. And if he comes close to scoring a date like that of the Facebook CEO, it’s doubtful he’d trash-talk the girl. What better occasion to give unreserved expression to his hopeless romanticism than an honored date by a hottie! What better occasion to give free rein to his impressive colorful eloquence in the showering of encomiums on his potential lover than a date night out? As far as the boy is concerned, that day is just around the corner…whether the forces of the universe like it or not.
With such optimism, the boy can’t help wondering who this girl is likely to be. An old schoolmate? A colleague? Some stranger? Perhaps one of those annoyingly supercilious high-pitched-voiced chicks his gossipy friends had tried to hook him up with in the past. It could even be a preacher’s daughter. Hadn’t it been the boy’s lifelong dream to tie the nuts with a maiden who stems from the loins of a man of the cloth? The only supposed downside to his then obsession with a preacher’s girl would be his then newly cultivated appetite for “sweet loving.” Perhaps he cared not about chastity anymore. And the girl? Did the boy wield the right vibes and cruise to facilitate sweet loving compromise on her part? Would she have needed any vibes and cruise to subscribe to such compromise? Hard one!
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INTRODUCTION
Reading about a thug’s romance with a preacher’s daughter had been all the motivation the boy needed. The prologue of the piece narrates how the saintly girl downplayed her arranged affair with a bishop’s son due to her romantic inclination towards a Christian thug. It started as a churchly concern towards the not-so-devoted toughie who had somehow developed a commendable liking for the house of the Lord. But he was nothing close to the likes of the bishop’s son, and the preacher’s girl deemed it an obligation to lead him on—in the way of the Lord…until he was firmly grounded in the house of God. That was sure not to be a welcome development by a lot of folks, especially her dad. But for some reason, the girl didn’t take that into consideration. The boy had wished the author of that piece got beyond the prologue so he could see how it played out in the end. Sadly, the author only urged his readers on with the prologue and didn’t do well to follow up with the whole story.
Nonetheless, that prologue alone was enough to spur the boy towards a romantic ambition that saw him invading the ladies’ world like a rakish bachelor and singling out for himself a fine damsel who, incidentally, wasn’t just single and available, but very open to a fired up true love affair with the boy. As it turned out, the boy’s girl was no different from the girl in the piece which motivated him to go for the kill. She was a preacher’s kid too…reason why the boy’s rakishness faded eventually because she wouldn’t let him continue to go gaga over hotties. She successfully tamed his passion for “loving that is sweet” and made a Romeo out of him…somewhat magically. The best way to comprehend what the gracefulness of the boy’s love affair with the preacher’s girl had been like—is to take a peep into the prologue of the piece that fired him up to seek love in the first place. The prologue goes thus:
“She was just 18 when daddy warned her to beware of the ‘boys in black.’ He made her believe that only the guys in suits had promising futures, painting a picture of them as being the only ones deserving of her kind. That was nine years ago. She’s a grown girl now, and daddy can’t wait to give her hand out in marriage to the Bishop’s son who just graduated from one of those top-notch institutions. They say he always headed the campus fellowship, has no record of wrongs and has never busted a single crime in his entire life. Nice! Watching the ‘boys in suit’ jump around every Sunday morning with the microphone in their hands was an eye-pleasing display for the preacher’s daughter. Of cause, she had to appear to love what daddy loved. But something in her always drew her attention to the back row seats that the other guys normally occupied. For some reason, she supposed that the other guys weren’t living up to their full potential. For some reason, she felt it was her obligation and duty to see to their spiritual well-being and lead them on—in the way of the Lord.”
“Daddy hated the idea. He told her to keep away and let the evangelical team do their job. But she wouldn’t! As a matter of fact, she couldn’t! The force that drew her to them was too strong for her to resist. I suppose ‘dem boys’ really needed salvation, and only she could extend it to them. I hear! She disobeyed daddy and reached out to the guys. They gave her audience, subjected themselves to her tutorship, and always gave her a heads-up on their day-to-day activities…a thing she so loved. On the flip side, the Bishop’s son subjected her to his tutorship and always demanded heads-up on her day-to-day activities…checking in on her frequently to make sure she was on track, playing the role of the dream man every good girl prays and fasts to own. But the world is full of ironies. As much as the preacher’s daughter loved being conquered by this spiritually fit, morally sound, and academically established son of a Bishop, she strangely preferred the idea of seemingly conquering niggas from the hood…the ones daddy always warned her against…the supposed hell-bound beings: The Thugs!”
But isn’t it a bit of a hurrying narrative on how the boy went from being the least favorite in the ladies’ world to becoming a “lover boy?” For crying out loud, he didn’t just venture into the ladies’ world to get himself the girl of his fantasy. That would have been so professional of him, and for all we know, he was no professional when it came to those things. A process was involved…one to write home about. For starters, he got his mind submerged in diverse envisioning of turning his situation around, imagining loved-up scenarios from romantic movies and novels, and putting himself in the shoes of the protagonists of those movies and novels. He even read books that detail step-to-step procedures on how to establish rapport with girls and win their hearts. He studied the whole thing. His next line of action was to tour the house of the Lord in search of babes to enact his noesis.
Touring the house of the Lord in search of babes to enact his noesis wasn’t a move that was likely to be welcomed by decent folks. Even many not-so-decent folks were still not likely to welcome that idea. But who was going to know? It’s not like the boy was gonna go around announcing his intention to folks. When Abraham instructed the oldest servant of his house to go fetch Isaac a wife from his country, the servant didn’t go announcing his mission to Abraham’s family. He simply came up with a strategy that landed him right in the hands of the woman whom Abraham had sent him to seek.
The strategy is as seen in Genesis 24:13-14. The servant had said: “behold, here I stand by the well of water, and the daughters of the men of the city are coming out to draw water. Now let it be that the young woman to whom I say, ‘please let down your pitcher that I may drink,' and she says, 'drink, and I will also give your camels a drink'—let her be the one You have appointed for Your servant Isaac. And by this, I will know that You have shown kindness to my master.” The outcome of that strategy was no different from what the boy expected as he hit his first cathedral to enact his noesis. Luckily for him, things played out just as they did for Abraham’s servant in Genesis 24:17-20. The text reads:
“And the servant ran to meet her and said, ‘please let me drink a little water from your pitcher.’ So she said, ‘drink, my lord.’ Then she quickly let her pitcher down to her hand, and gave him a drink. And when she had finished giving him a drink, she said, ‘I will draw water for your camels also, until they have finished drinking.’ Then she quickly emptied her pitcher into the trough, ran back to the well to draw water, and drew for all his camels.” In gratefulness to God for a successful and stress-free mission, the servant bowed down his head and worshiped the Lord. And he said, “Blessed be the Lord God of my master Abraham, who has not forsaken His mercy and His truth toward my master.”
But this account is merely that of the success recorded by Abraham’s servant in his quest to find Isaac a wife. The well where he encountered the girl was more like his destination. The account of his journey isn’t on record, and none can exactly say what may have transpired along the way. Just as John 21:25 says: “and there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.” In the same vein, it can be said that: “there are many other things that Abraham’s servant encountered on the way, which, if they’re to be put on record, would have lengthened the account of his adventure.
Likewise, the account of the boy’s get-together with the preacher’s daughter is merely that of an end of the matter. A process was involved…one that saw the boy meeting the acquaintances of diverse astonishing daughters of men in the order of those of Genesis 6:1-2 who effortlessly brought about the fall of angels and the introduction of giants into the world. That text says: “now it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born to them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were beautiful; and they took wives for themselves of all whom they chose.” The boy, who is no angel, also saw these cute daughters of men. But unlike the angels in that text, his fascination didn’t drive him into tying the nuts with any of them. Rather, he pulled off a King Solomon on the damsels; showering them “genuine” love, not minding their origins, just as in 1st Kings 11:1: “…women of the Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Sidonians, and Hittites.”
The boy’s experience with those women is far from being a story for another day. To appreciate and extol how his union with the preacher’s daughter had been, his journey through those astonishing daughters of men must be fairly explored. If you’re familiar with comprehensive essay writing, you know there are four significant parts to it. There’s the Abstract, there’s the Introduction, the Body, and the Conclusion. If the boy’s predicament were to be accounted of—in an essay, his difficulty and frustration with hotties would make up the Abstract, his resolution to change the narratives would make up the Introduction, and his invasion of the ladies’ world to single out for himself a fine, single, and available damsel who incidentally was a preacher’s daughter and very open to a fired up true love affair with him—would make up the Conclusion. But you know what would make up the Body of the essay? His escapades with the daughters of men! For a delightful comprehension of the boy’s ride through the domains of those hotties, a segmentation of them into Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Sidonians, and Hittites will be adopted in the narrative…a near comprehensive narration thereof.
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MOABITE HOTTIES
First off, it would be safe to allude that the most striking of the women of Moab, going by bible account, is Ruth. Why? Because, though a very young and desirable hottie, she wouldn’t desert her mother-in-law after her husband died. One could postulate that she only did so to come off as virtuous or something of that sort. Or perhaps she didn’t want to look bad and inconsiderate. Fine. But what about the fact that her mother-in-law gave her the go-ahead to go her way and start afresh? And, what about the fact that it wasn’t just her who was given that chance? There was Orpah; whose husband also died. But when presented that opportunity, she took it. This goes to show the variety of Moabite hotties the boy encountered in his philandering enterprise. Ruth and Orpah are just two of them. There were more. But the deal here isn’t about the various kinds of hotties he came across. It was about his incompatibility with them age-wise. In Ruth 1:12-13, Naomi had said thus to her daughters-in-law: “…if I should have a husband tonight and should also bear sons, would you wait for them till they were grown?” Orpah’s response was clearly a big “no.” But Ruth didn’t seem to mind.
Not that Ruth reached a resolve to tarry until Noami found a new husband and bore a son that would grow to inherit her. She simply had developed genuine love and fondness for Naomi and could not bring herself to part ways with her. As fate happened to have it, Boaz, who was old enough to be her father, came into the picture and balanced the equation. Though old enough to be her father, getting together with Ruth is deemed a balanced equation because both parties were old enough to commit to such union. But it wasn’t so with the boy. The Moabite hotties he came upon in his philandering undertaking constituted mostly cougars…and those who fell within his age-group did not, in his assessment, fall into the category of “hotties.” So he cultivated no fascination towards those lots. He did, however, nurture intense fascination towards the cougars because they were indeed hot! Plus, they had surplus money to throw around. But before the boy could get around mustering enough confidence to establish a rapport with any of the cougars, hotter, cuter, more astonishingly beautiful Ammonite hotties within his age bracket caught his attention, and he swapped his course right away.
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AMMONITE HOTTIES
One of the books the boy had read to equip himself for his venturing into the ladies’ world is titled “The Way of the Superior Man.” The author of the book squarely dissects two categories of ladies…cougars and younger ladies. Quite contrarily to popular opinion, the author’s appraisal gears more towards cougars than younger ladies. According to him, younger ladies have what he calls “superficial shine,” which, most often gets them expecting that the world of men ought to revolve around them. But of the cougars, he posits that, unlike the younger ladies, they possess what he calls “inner radiance,” which puts them ahead of younger ladies in terms of maturity and respectability.
As the boy tilted towards those hotter, cuter, more astonishingly beautiful Ammonite hotties, he was quickly welcomed with such superficial shine that brought to his memory all he had read about those category of ladies from “The Way of the Superior Man.” If he was to survive in that domain, his world had to revolve around those chicks, and that wasn’t something he would settle for. That got him reconsidering taking his exploration to the province of cougars…and he did…bravely. After all, in addition to whatever he hopped to gain from those lots, wasn’t there also surplus money to be thrown around by those lots? But this time, he advanced his venture from Ammonite to Edomite hotties.
No
more carefree laughter,
Silence
ever after,
Walking
through an empty house, tears in my eyes,
Here
is where the story ends, this is goodbye.
Knowing
me, knowing you,
There
is nothing we can do,
Knowing
me, knowing you,
We
just have to face it, this time,
We’re
through,
This
time we’re through,
We’re
really through.
Breaking
up is never easy, I know,
But
I have to go,
Knowing
me, knowing you,
Is
the best I can do.
The story of that supergroup, which consisted of four members (two men, two women) is that both men fell in love with both women and dated themselves. But at some point the flame of their passion died out and they, most maturely, parted ways. They even made that sensational song about their breakup. That was closely the case with the boy and the lovely Edomite hottie he’d fallen in love with. A big hole was left in his heart, which, as heaven had it, got filled by a fine-looking Sidonian hottie!
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SIDONIAN HOTTIES
The boy toured the provinces of cougars to have his vanities fed…and he did…until he ran into this striking Sidonian hottie whose genius he couldn’t help falling for and calling to end his adventure. So many singularities distinguished her from all the others he had encountered…her angelic singing, fascinating playacting, originative authorship, linguistic competence, creative intelligence, divine wisdom, and of course—her dancing! The best part was that those artistic mechanisms went beyond serving artistic purposes to affording the boy intense romantic delight that saw him falling in love and resolving to stay in love…until they just couldn’t get on with it anymore—like the Facebook CEO and his girl. But until things went south between them, their romanticism was as sweet and covetable as that of a young aspiring future president of Nigeria and his adorable wife, who, while addressing the people over his intention to run for office at some point, had thus appraised her to indicate her worthiness as first lady:
“However, she’s been very supportive during my campaigns, and I can tell you categorically that I would not be standing here today without the unyielding support of my adorable wife—my best friend for the last six years, the rock of our young family, and the love of my life. I am talking about our nation’s next potential first lady—who I met at an art academy. I could not help falling for her genius—her angelic singing, fascinating playacting, originative authorship, linguistic competence, creative intelligence, divine wisdom, and of course—her dancing! Gosh! I know that in Nigeria—we have had the “dancing senator” whose dance steps made him a political sensation. But can you take a moment to envisage what it would be like to have a dancing first lady? And that’s not the best part.”
“The best part is that those artistic mechanisms would go beyond serving artistic purposes to serving glorious purposes for the continuous betterment of our nation. In the case of Michelle Obama, while her husband worked on reforming America's health care system, she focused on the voluntary side of health care. She made it her mission to promote healthy eating and tackle childhood obesity. In fact, her very first project as First Lady was planting a garden on the White House lawn—an excitingly feminine thing to do. In many ways, Michelle was in the tradition of previous first ladies: she was a style icon like Jackie Kennedy—wife of the assassinated young and visionary John Kennedy. To top it off, Michelle was a partner to the president on policy issues. Knowing my wife too well, I’d not dare to expect any less from her. As a firm believer in God, the needs of the people will indeed come first.”
The only differentiating factor between the boy’s Sidonian hottie and the wife of that young aspiring future president—lies in the last line of that excerpt from his address: “as a firm believer in God, the needs of the people will indeed come first.” The Sidonian hottie was no believer in God. Sidonians, according to the bible, weren’t known to be believers. Howbeit, it wasn’t an issue for the boy. After all, he hadn’t gone into the world of cougars to seek out virtuous ladies. She was just what he craved at that point in time, and he did well to grab the gold that had come to him on a platter. And for a time, he had more than he asked for…even considering pitching his tent with her for love’s sake…a very welcome development by her. And, he did delightfully pitch his tent with her for a time, until…
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HITTITE HOTTIES
…until it painfully occurred to him that—not only did the needs of the people not occupy a top spot in the priority list of his pagan Sidonian hottie, his own needs, at some point, didn’t seem to count for much. And, her paganism, which wasn’t an issue for the boy—turned out constituting his only life’s issue. In a 2005 sensational hit tune by the Nigerian singer, “Stereoman Ekwe” titled “Sample Ekwe,” the ghetto singer had urged marijuana smokers to endeavor to not bite more than they can chew in their smoking enterprise. The lyrics in Pidgin English goes thus: “if ee good for your head, smoke! If ee no good for your head, quit!” In proper English, that simply means: “if marijuana boosts you up, smoke. But if it knocks you out, quit!” Those who’ve quit marijuana on account of getting terribly knocked out by it will attest to the fact that it proved to be a reliable booster initially…until the indulgence of it was blown out of proportion. Well, the boy’s Sidonian hottie was no different from marijuana. Having boosted up the boy upon his initiation of an affair with her, she eventually knocked him out—such that the ghetto singer’s tune became his unfailing therapy…put on repeat.
Again, those who have attempted quitting marijuana upon getting knocked out by it and realizing it’s not good for them—can attest that the quitting process wasn’t that easy…though it’s been a walkover for a couple of folks. For the boy, cutting ties with his marijuana-like Sidonian hottie wasn’t an easy nut to crack. But as fortune had it, at long last, he did succeed to part ways with her on a bad foot. Be that as it may, it would be a sheer defamation of the Sidonian hottie’s character if this demonization of her does not cut across to the other hotties the boy encountered before advancing to her: the Moabite, Ammonite, and Edomite hotties. They boy had his fair share of woes meted on him by them all…just that the sweet jollification that was derivable from his encounter with them—rendered him insensitive to the psychological injuries their toxicities subjected his whole being to, till his Sidonian hottie crowned it all up with state of affairs that came to be deemed by the boy as a grave encounter.
So he bailed out at the dying moment like the thieve on the cross…thanks to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who was there to say to him: “assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.” At that moment, it dawned on the boy that it wasn’t a wise thing to take a break from God and go swimming in pools of pleasures like there’s no tomorrow. Even in Wole Soyinka’s “Death and the King’s Horseman,” the king’s horseman who was supposed to join the deceased king in the afterlife to continue his service to him over there, delayed in discharging that responsibility in order that he may take some time to swim in pools of pleasures like there’s no tomorrow…such that his son, having returned from U.S.A to learn of his father’s nonchalance towards such traditional norm, became a self-imposed substitute sacrifice for him…a tragedy that took the whole land by a storm. Unfortunately for the king’s horseman who took his life shortly after (upon learning of his son), there was no Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to welcome him into paradise. Tradition made no room for that.
It was earlier accounted of the boy that his gossipy confidants had without restraint brought the planet up to speed on his enthrallment over the goddess-like daughters of men and his morbid desire to treat a fair portion of them to sweet good loving. But as luck had it, he couldn’t bring himself to be as rakish a bachelor as those gossipy friends of his...otherwise, he would long ago had been swimming in oceans of regrets over series of baneful misfortunes like his gossipy friends. And, most fortunately for him, even his venturing into the ladies’ world and the cougars’ sphere—did not land him in oceans of regrets over series of baneful misfortunes like his gossipy friends. Perhaps he hadn’t gone neck-deep in it—to the point his gossipy friends had, thankfully. Hence, on advancing from his Sidonian hottie to encounter a Hittite hottie who seemed everything of a prudent wife from the Lord in accordance with Proverbs 19:14, the boy quickly recalled a short charge by his pastor many years back which centered on Proverbs 3:5-6 which says: “trust in the LORD with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths.”
That wasn’t all he called to mind. Back in the days when the boy was in love with his bible, one of those early mornings during his quiet time, he had learned of Hittite hotties and the grief they caused the very custodians of God’s everlasting covenant. Esau, who unconcernedly despised his birthright, had gone ahead to grace his store of wives with Hittite hotties to the detriment of his family. Genesis 26:34-35 says: “when Esau was forty years old, he took as wives Judith the daughter of Beeri the Hittite, and Basemath the daughter of Elon the Hittite. And they were a grief of mind to Isaac and Rebekah.” As if that wasn’t enough, seeing that the daughters of Canaan did not please his father Isaac, Esau went ahead to take more pagan wives, one of those wives being a Hittite, as seen in Genesis 36:2: “Esau took his wives from the daughters of Canaan: Adah the daughter of Elon the Hittite…” So, the boy, recalling this study of Esau, his Hittite wives, and the grief they caused, plus the very fresh wound left on him by his immediate past Sidonian hottie, he called himself to order.
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I'm
Still Standing
After
all I've been through
And
I'll Wave my Flag
To
Show that I'm Alive
I've
been through so much
Many
Hurdles Faced
I'm
not going back this time Around
I'm
not going back this time Around
Oooh
ooh oooh ooh
I'll
Wave my FLAG
I'll
Host it up for all to see
That
God is good
He
never Sleeps, He never faints
I'm
not going back this time Around
I'm
not going back
This
time around
I'll
Wave my Flag
My
Testimony is written
All
Over it
And
I'll Show the Scars
To
the World
That
God has been good
All
the Time, Anywhere
OH
OH OH OH OH OH OH OOH
OH
OH OH OH OH OH OOH
Yes,
I'm Still Standing
After
all they've thrown at me
I'm
Still Dancing
After
all the Broken Songs
The
Light of my Life Saved Me
The
Love of my Life
Has
Blown a Kiss
And
I'm Still Standing
Blown
a Kiss
And
I'm Still Standing
I'm
Still Standing
After
all I've been through
I'm
Still Standing
After
all the many Years
All
the Trials and the Battles
That
has broken me before
Will
never Rise a Second Time
Will
never Rise a Second Time
Will
never take my Joy Away
Will
never Rise a Second Time
Will
never Rise a Second Time
Will
never take my Joy Away
So
goodbye yesterday
Goodbye
pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Goodbye
yesterday
Goodbye
pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Goodbye
yesterday
Goodbye
pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Goodbye
yesterday
Goodbye
pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Not
going back
This
time around
Not
going back this time around
Not
going back
This
time around
(Oh
oh oh) Not going back this time around
Goodbye
yesterday
Goodbye
pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Goodbye
yesterday
(Oh
oh oh oh) Goodbye pain
Goodbye
all the struggles in that trouble land
Not
going back
This
time around
Not
going back this time around
Not
going back
This
time around (to the old way)
(Not
going back) Not going back this time around
I'm
not going back this time around
(Can
you tell your neighbor, I'm not going say)
I'm
not going back this time around
I'm
not going back this time around
Goodbye
yesterday
Goodbye
pain
(Goodbye
all the struggles) Goodbye all the struggles in that trouble land
I'm
not going back this time around
I'm
not going back this time around
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CONCLUSION
It was upon this lone world tour that the boy found another tool with which to safely navigate the earth without bombing into the devil who goes to and fro the earth seeking whom to devour. The tool proved potent to the serving of its required purpose…a particular track by Nigerian singer and songwriter, Omah Lay, off his 2022 music album, “Boy Alone.” The track is titled “Never Forget,” and the lyrics is such that kept rowing the boy’s boat gently down the stream. The lyrics goes thus:
(Original)
I
don't know what to do
I
don't know what to do (Do-do-do)
Oh,
I don't know what to do
I
don't know what to do (Do-do-do)
Oh,
I don't know what to do without you
I
don't know what to do without you
From the slums I come
Oh,
marine base boy
I
know love is war
I
know God is God
And
I will never stop
'Til
the war is won
Tell
the kids unborn
And
the ones we lost
I'll never forget (Gen-gen, gen-gen)
I'll
never forget gen-gen (Gen-gen)
I'll
never forget you (Gen-gen, gen-gen)
I'll
never forget gen-gen (Gen-gen)
I'll
never forget you
I'll
never forget
I'll
never forget, oh, oh
Boy Alone Lay, oh
Boy
Alone Lay
Boy
Alone Lay, oh
Boy
Alone Lay
Gbashi
nim ere ngwa ngwa
Gbashi
nim ere Kwai Kwai
If
you're hearing my voice, I want you to know
I
will not (Oh-woah), I will not (Oh-woah), I will not (Oh-woah)
I
will not forget you (Oh-woah)
I
will not, I will not, I will not
I've been vigilant
I've
been intelligent
Nobody
get rank for this military
Everybody
will die
Die
like ant and rot like Millipedes
I've
been knickering
Way
before Michael Jackson, sing Billie Jean
From
nineteen biridin
Way
before Patoranking, sing Wilmer
See
my eyes don see the things
Ordinary
person like you no go believe it
It's
why I'm cold and shivering
So
I hide my pains, my blow, my misery
Hey,
hey, oh
(I
hide my pains, my blow, my misery)
Ah-ah,
hey (I hide my)
Hey,
hey
Boy Alone Lay, oh
Boy
Alone Lay
Boy
Alone Lay, oh
Boy
Alone Lay
Gbashi
nim ere ngwa ngwa
Gbashi
nim ere Kwai Kwai
If
you're hearing my voice, I want you to know
I
will not (Oh-woah), I will not (Oh-woah), I will not (Oh-woah)
I
will not forget you (Oh-woah)
I
will not (Oh-woah), I will not, I will not
I
will not forget you
Hey, hey, hey
(I
hide my pains, my blow, my misery)
Uh-huh,
hey
(I
hide my)
Hey,
hey
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©Jezuzboi, 2023.
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