Yes, I know I've been away for a while. Been working on my first book and all; Putting all the finishing touches to it and all. It will be out for purchase before the year runs out sha...
Okay, to the business of the day. The law states that you have to go through primary school before you get qualified for secondary school and university. The experience that you have in a Nigerian
Playing 'catcher' and 'police and thief' during recess break time et al. Holding the babes (who happened to all be wearing singlets just like us) round the waists, chests and rolling in the sand. Fast forward to now and you have to be careful so you don't snap the bones in the Victoria Secret bras which may be holding Double D's that are probably saline or silicone... And about the holding, you are definitely risking getting slapped or stepped on with 11" heels.
Shit does happen, but just for the nostalgia it brings. Check these original 9ja poems out...
Some have food but cannot eat, some can eat but have no food. We have food and we can eat. Glory be to thee o Lord. Amen.
The day is bright is bright and fair
oh happy day, the day of joy
The day is bright is bright and fair
oh happy day, the day of joy
mama jellof rice!
oh my home o my home
oh my home o my home
wen shall i see my home
wen shall i see my nativeland
i will never forget my home!
holiday is coming [2x]
no more warning bells
no more teachers cane.
goodbye teachers, goodbye scholars
I ' m going 2 spend
a jolly holiday [2x]
h-i-p- for d hip
p-o-p-o for d hipopo
and t-a-m-u-s for the hipopotamus1
hipoptamus!
parents listen to your children
we are the leaders of tomorrow
try and pay our school fees
and give us good education
I am a little sailor boy that comes from the sea
that comes from the sea to marry you
Oh will u marry marry marry
will you you marry me?
8 o ' clock is d time 4 skul, dnt be l8t in d mornin.
8 o ' clock is 4 boys and gals, come 2 skul in za mornin.
Closing time in the afternoon:
Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh, shadows of the evening, still across the skies
Glory to the father, Glory to the son, And to thee blessed spirit, Whilst all ages run, Amen!
rain rain go away
come another noda day
Little children want to play
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