Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen - One of my all-time favorites

Here's the Lyrics. Guess what? It was sung in the opening ceremony of the London 2012 Olympics.
Freddie the Lead singer was (cos he's dead) gay but ..I don't mind.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? 
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality 
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, 
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy 
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low 
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me 

Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head 
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead 
Mama, life had just begun 
But now I've gone and thrown it all away 
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry 
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow 
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters 

Too late, my time has come 
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time 
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go 
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth 
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die 
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all 

I see a little silhouetto of a man 
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango 
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me 
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro 
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me 
He's just a poor boy from a poor family 
Spare him his life from this monstrosity 
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go 
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go 
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go 
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go 
(Let me go.) Will not let you go 
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. 
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go 
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me 

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye 
So you think you can love me and leave me to die 
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby 
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here 

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see 
Nothing really matters 
Nothing really matters to me 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Children need love all the time

On my way home yesterday, at Ajah park, before boarding an vehicle that would take me to my final bus-stop, I stopped by at a place I normally buy oranges in the park- actually two boys stay there, and it didn't use to matter who I bought from as far as I was buying three oranges for 50 naira. So on this night, I went first to the boy (A) whose oranges looked smaller, but he told me they were 2 for 50 naira. I got vexed and turned to his neighbor (B) and bought from him instead-the same two for 50 naira. I gave (B) a hundred naira note. He did not have change, so he had to ask his neighbor (A) , who lend him the 50 bucks. I took my change, but something pricked me and I turned again to buy with the change from the first boy (A) who I had ignored.

The truth was that I felt bad that I could treat a small boy so, I was hoping he didn't feel rejected by that action of  mine. How old could he possibly have been -10 or thereabout, and see the treatment I was giving him. It's surely not his faults that his oranges were slightly smaller than those of his neighbour. The treatment I gave him I would term harsh. Children need love all the time. What am I saying sef? I just guess it's been a while I wrote, so this bla bla bla. Thanks for reading1