MY LOVE STORY

MY LOVE STORY

She came into my life, when I needed her the most. When I had lost it all, the trust, the care, emotion.

She taught me that I could trust people again, that I could love and be loved with respect once more. She made me think different to how others would perceive. Whenever  I felt weak, she'd empower me.

Her presence was pleasing and brought peace to my heart. The scenes of the world were colorful now, pure art. She showed me a world I never knew. She encouraged me to ask Allāh, that He would give. So by His Mercy I learnt patience, I learnt to forgive.We'd work together and be strong. Even though our journey was tiresome, and long.But fast forward  and times have changed. The world distracted me. The love didn't increase,it  just conflicted.

“I'm sorry,” I'd say regretfully.

 “Repent to Allāh,” she would reply.

But the love wouldn't rise again and it caused me great pain. Our relationship began to change…

 My heart was greedy, and it wanted more.The gaze wouldn't lower when passers flaunted

 The heart said no, but the desires taunted.The heart covered itself in dirt of black.

 Soon…she left, and didn't come back…

The regret hurt, and loneliness messed my head. I couldnot sleep, I could not rest.I covered the pain with sin. I thought it might remove the pain I was in but it only persisted and increased the desire  to sin more.  So I increased in rebellion but this feeling wouldnot go. I had lost myself.  My regret was overpowered.

I decided to search for her and then I found her with her protector. She stood there waiting to be found, just waiting for me to come around.She missed me too. She still loved me but I couldnot be with her, until I gave her her due.

What is your due, I humbly asked?

“To pray, to obey, and be steadfast

 That's the only way our relationship lasts.”

“To be the friend of Allāh, and think of death often.

 To humble yourself, and do good action.”

“To prepare for that moment, when we all run away

Except the one who prepared for that Day.”

“So fear Allāh and be committed

 To our relationship, so you're admitted…

In the gardens of joy.”

“Don't be the people of hell

the home of destruction, a fire filled cell.”

“Mend your ways now, it's the right thing to do,

 Deep down, you know I care for you…”

I listened attentively, understanding. I was wrong in desiring more.When she was enough for me, when she gave me joy.When she was all I ever wanted, all I ever needed. That smile of that kid, who finds his best toy.The simplicity, the balance, the pact we kept. That's what we wanted – without regret.I asked her Protector, who gave her to me, back. This experience had put me back on track.Except this time I was sure I didn't need to exceed desires for more.The experience gave me fresh strength. The true Joy was in being content.We're now together – together till death.  A promise we've, up till now, kept.

I hope it remains this was cause I love it this way.  Oh Allāh, please don't let us stray from your Mercy and pleasure. Since that's the only way, we'll stay together.Now you know, this was my love story…

This girl, her name was…

īmān*. Except she wasn't a girl, she's my faith – that kept me strong.Īmān is my joy, my love, and pleasure. The one I've tried to find – through many – in Haram, Except this caused the least harm,

 The one I still treasure.

P.S. This was actually a poem which was posted by an anonymous person on MM. I just modified by converting it to a story. Hope you enjoyed it.

CROSSING THE BORDER LINE-The Beginning

                My mom smiled as she read my final year project’s dedication. It read: For those who have learned to love chemistry despite all odds, for it is possible that one dislikes a thing which is good for oneself and that one loves a thing which is bad for one. But Allah knows and we know not. I had returned home to receive her blessings. Seeing her sitting on the praying mat, I knelt before her and hugged her simultaneously while she made dua’ for me. A mother’s love, what can surpass it? She was elated when I called her earlier this week that I had collected my final result and crossed the border line.  I flashback to when I collected my 500L Harmattan semester (was it really Harmattan cos it seemed like Rain semester to me) result, my cumulative GPA was 3.49. Alhamdulillahi ‘ala kulli haal( Praise is to Allah in all circumstances). This was not how I had planned my final year. I had envisaged that I would be in the comfort zone like having a strong 2-1 that practically nothing could happen to. I had imagined that I would have time to do other things than school work. I didn’t want to be reading like I was in 100 level, trying to build a good GP but alas! I was on the border line I had no choice but to still activate READING MODE. I recall telling Dr. Abdulhameed (Abu Rodiah) that I was given a grade E in CHM 545 (Food Chemistry, who would say he got an E? After all the ‘dikoko- dikaka’ Prof. Faboya put my class through in dressing ‘corporate’. He had often said he didn’t like a Dugbe class (large class) and we were many in my class. Abu Rodiah had said jokingly that maybe I didn’t pray well. I think he further said I must have prayed in this format: ‘Olohun je ki gba E ninu ise yi’ ( A in Yoruba language is pronounced ‘ a ‘as in apple and not a as in blade). I think he continued by saying that next time I should say. ’Olohun Jo, je ki gba a’(God, Please let me score an 'A'). There wasn’t going to be a next time. I didn’t do food chemistry the following semester. 

                I tried to think when my plan for final year started to crumble (comfy zone c G.P.A.). It was not news that chemistry department was amongst the ‘crazy’ departments in school. I had tried to cross in my sophomore year to CSE dept. It’s a difficult task when one is trying to cross from one faculty to another. You try to attend the lectures of your department and also try to attend the lectures of the department you want to cross to. It’s like trying to look left and right at the same time. So what I did was I gave myself  a duration and after that duration if my crossing wasn’t sure I will stay put in Chemistry.  Well I’m sure we all know what I did. I had learnt of people who waited till a week before exams began before finally accepting their fate that they could not change courses had bad results that same semester. A good number of them do not recover from the effect that semester had on their CGPA.  I tried hard to think again, to ask myself when going down the hill began. Sometimes Chemistry department makes you think you’re not smart, like you are pouring water in a basket. You think of all the 7 a.m. lectures in the cold Harmattan, the long standings while receiving lectures, the STRESS and then you collect your result. What do you see?  My set is a very special set. We’ve been through a lot but then I’m glad we still achieved some feats (we didn’t lose anybody to death, Alhamdulillahi). I think for most of my classmates our dreams started crumbing in 200L. CHM 231 a 4- unit course dealt greatly with us. I recall the exam vividly. It is one of those few exams I have written in my life that I practically did not KNOW ANYTHING. Worse, it was a fill-in-the gap type of exam. I was really tempted; I thought I was going to cheat. I thought I had to cheat if I wasn’t going to fail but thank Allah I was able to overcome the temptation. I had 59 C when I got my result (trust me I know the value of 1 mark). Then there was CHM 211, another 4- unit course. Inorganic chemistry has always been a mystery to me even till my final year. Sometimes you’re confident that they should go and mark the script in heaven (as if that is possible) that you’ll get an A but when people start collecting results and you realize that ‘DEF jamz’  was distributed around, you’ll be VERY GRATEFUL if you get a C. Then came second semester, the infamous CHM 222(Angel of Chemistry) dealt another blow on us not forgetting other courses borrowed from other departments like PHY 202 ( Dr. Yeye Odu punished us by not giving us constants in the test). Results were so bad generally that people started crossing in the beginning of the third year. I sensed that we just got started in Chemistry department. The coming times proved my thoughts right. I think in every department, if you’re able to survive your third year then you’re a genius.  The third year for my set was the year we became the black sheep of the department. My set became the set practically every lecturer in the department loathed and it all started after we collected our first semester results. CHM 311, an inorganic chemistry dealt another serious blow on us not forgetting Prof. Ige’s CHM 331, I learnt people sneaked out of the exam hall after seeing the his own section of the exam. They sneaked out to go and delete the course. I recall a lecturer that invigilated and saw the CHM 331 question paper,I think she said, ‘se masters ni awon omo yi se ni?’(Are these students writing Master's degree exam?). But all this was just the beginning, few days after we collected our 300L first semester result, my set became notorious in the whole of LAUTECH. That incident caused so much pain to the members of my class, such that some of us are still licking the wounds till now.  A list was pasted around Chemistry department with the names of the lecturers alongside grades which included 'courses' like approachability, teaching skills etc. A few lecturers in the department passed according to the list but it was unanimously concluded that my set was responsible for pasting that list. After all, the Yoruba people will say ‘Aje ke lana, omo ku leni, tani o mo pe Aje to ke lana ni o pa omo je’(The witch cried last night, the baby died this morning, who doesn't know that it was the witch that killed the baby). Alas that’s how my set got into a trap we really never got freed from and most of us paid dearly especially with our grades for that semester. I recall Dr. Adeoye when he took us CHM 312. He had just returned from Canada, he wasn’t around when the list was pasted but the news got to him. The first class he took us in CHM 312. I think he said, I learnt you gave me two carryovers, I have come to do them’. Then I knew we were doomed, only Allah could save us. But if you ask me, I do not think we were responsible for pasting the list, what’s my alibi? Well there were some lecturers whose name were  on that list that and they had never taught us, some were not even in LAUTECH anymore so how could we have known. Though the odds were against us since our predecessors were not in school as they were doing their IT (Industrial Training). Worse, our set was not given the opportunity to choose, there was no INDUSTRIAL CHEMISTRY OPTION or ANALYTICAL CHEMISTRY OPTION. There was no escape for us.  To make matters worse there were two important courses that the lecturer who taught us wasn’t the one who set our TEST and EXAM questions. By the time we had resumed for our penultimate year, most of us knew that the question wasn’t about graduating with a first class, 2-1 or 2-2 the right question became ‘when will I graduate?’ . I recall someone told me that 300L second semester alone didn’t make some individuals go for IT.

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‘ONAWOLE ABDULMUJEEB’, Dr. Abdulhameed called. ‘Sir’, I replied. He was sitting on the podium in the old chemistry laboratory. My class rep. assisted him in distributing our final results. I could feel my heart beat faster, I had remembered Ukty Monthurat Ogunyemi’s comment on MSSN LAUTECH’S Facebook group . She had talked worshiping God wasn’t a business deal such that it was only when things happened your way you were a true servant and if otherwise you were rebellious. One had to be true to God in all circumstances. May God help us have faith in all circumstances because seriously it's not easy. I flipped through the pages till I got to the last page (all the results right from 100L was printed till date). I scanned through till I saw to the bottom. Cummulative Semester G.P.A =.3.62, Cummulative Semester Class=SECOND CLASS UPPER. Immediately I prostrated not minding that I was still on the podium.  Alhamdulillahil ladhi bini’ matihi tatimus saalihat (Praise is to Allah who by His blessings perfects all good things’. I left the podium and hugged the person that wanted to ask me a question about CATENATE CHEM E-BOOKS he had bought, he was a fine chap in his third year. I called my Mom some moments later and then my Dad. Mom was so glad no doubt and Dad was happy but still I could sense a little bit of disappointment in his voice, he reminded me a little bit of KAMBILI’S father (Chimamanda Adichie’s Purple Hibiscus) when she came second position. I know the idea of having to cross the border line at the final lap makes one sound like an average student but then I can vouch for even those that  will graduate with a third class in my set. We’ve been through a lot and I know most of us were the best in the various industries we worked during our IT. Our results might not say it. But we’re TRULY LADOKITES and I know someday the world would come to give us the positive recognition we deserve. Insha Allah we’ll FLY HIGH. The most important thing is Allah’s blessings. I pray He blesses us in all that we do and I also pray I am one step closer in building the BRIDGE. I am grateful or the friendship of all those wonderful people I have met during my journey in this great citadel of learning. Thanks for proving that water can be as thick as blood. Till we meet again.

 

            YESTERDAY, I CRIED

‘kilo sele?’  My younger brother, asked.  I couldn’t keep the tears away.  There was no use feigning . I sniffed and replied, ‘nothing’.   He stood up from the chair whence he sat, coming closer to me. He queried me again. This time I was taciturn.  I could feel the tears as they rolled down my cheeks, it felt warm. No doubt these tears  were not the comfort of my eyes.  It’s true they say BIG BOYS( and girls too) don’t cry, but this wasn’t the time to feel BIG.  Imam Abdulrahman Ahmad, AUD (Ansar-Ud-Deen) Chief Missioner was interviewed in yesterday’s edition of the PUNCH newspaper. The words   ‘To demand imposition of Sharia law is not wishing Nigeria well ‘captivated me. I did not want to believe that Imam Abdulrahman Ahmad will say such or even any Imam for that matter. I decided to read the full interview.  I flashed back to the protest against the fuel subsidy removal when He led the Jumaah prayer at Gani Fawhenmi’s  park in Lagos. Reading the interview was not what brought me to tears even though I did not agree with Imam Abdurrahman Ahmad  on some issues he talked about in his interview but the COMMENTS, the DAMN COMMENTS made me cry. I cannot bring myself to write what I read in those comments, to tell you how ignorant people are about Islam, to tell you how people do not have RESPECT, not even an iota. I was infuriated, sad and mad. I wanted to curse them all. I wanted to make dua’ that Allah should seal their hearts and never guide them aright. I wanted to…How could they?  How dare they? Anytime I log into to the group ‘ATHEISM DEBUNKED’, I do not spend much time there, The posts there just gets me furious and I do not want my emotions to guide what I would write in such circumstance( Taofeek (fiko) would understand  that ). I was in fury mode yet I wanted to say something, write something. I remembered Allah’s words:

‘Revile not ye those whom they call upon besides Allah lest they out of spite revile Allah in their ignorance. Thus have We made alluring to each people its own doings. In the end will they return to their Lord and We shall then tell them the truth of all that they did. ‘Q 6: 108

                It was not in the Sharia for me to insult them, to pay them back in their own coin but yet I wanted to speak . I wanted to write something. I thought of Prophets Musa and Harun (may the peace an blessings of Allah be upon them both) task when Allah sent them to Firawn, recalling my Rabb’s words:

‘Go both of you to Pharaoh for he has indeed transgressed all bounds;

"But speak to him mildly; perchance he may take warning or fear (Allah)." Q 20:43-44

  I felt these people had transgressed all bounds but yet they were not as evil as Firawn.  I decided to put my fingers on the keyboard; I decided to follow the Sharia. So I wrote:

 I am sad that a whole lot of people do not KNOW ISLAM, though they might have met Muslims,  I am said that this Hadith narrated by Abu Hurairah  who said Allah's messenger( Muhammad)(peace & blessings upon him) said: Both in this world and in the hereafter, I am the nearest of all the people to Isa(Jesus)(peace & blessings upon him), the son of Maryam (Mary). The Prophets are paternal brothers, their mothers are different, but their religion is one (Islamic monotheism)' (Sahih Bukhari) is not popular . I am sad that people do not know the wisdom behind the  fact that Prophet Muhammad (peace & blessings upon him) could neither read nor write. I am sad that people do not know that the Qur'an  confirms the books that came before it (Gospel, Psalms, Torah)

'To thee We sent the Scripture in truth confirming the scripture that came before it and guarding it in safety so judge between them by what Allah hath revealed and follow not their vain desires diverging from the truth that hath come to thee. To each among you have We prescribed a Law and an Open Way If Allah had so willed He would have made you a single people but (His plan is) to test you in what He hath given you so strive as in a race in all virtues. The goal of you all is to Allah; it is He that will show you the truth of the matters in which ye dispute' Q 5:48.

I am sad that people do not know that the Arabic language is much closer the original language in which the Bible was revealed.(They are both semitic languages). I am sad that people do not know the TRUE meaning of words like SHARIA, JIHAD etc. I am sad  at the fact that we're flooded with information and yet  VERY IGNORANT, I pray Allah opens our mind and guide us aright. IF ONLY WE KNEW WHAT TRULY ISLAM IS... IF ONLY WE KNEW

 My face is dried from the tears but as I posted my own comment. I felt much better. Today inshallahu I will be taking the STF a class on Dawah Training. I intend using Sheik Kamal El-makki’s’ GETTING THE SHADDAH IN 10 MINUTES ‘(I’m far from being prepared, may Allah help me). Today I hope maybe from what I would teach, or from my comment yesterday, that Allah will open’s someone’s heart to Islam and then I would tell you that: Today, I smiled.

JUST ANOTHER DAY

            On the balcony she stood, her arms resting on the railing. She could get a good view of what was happening on the street right across her house.  There was no power supply. It was normal for the power to be erratic. She had stepped out into the balcony earlier to cool off. The solar street lights made her vision clearer. The street was a bit rowdy as people passed by in pairs, a man and a woman, a boy and a girl. Some held hands, while some had their arms around each other. It was the evening of February 14, the popularly acclaimed Valentine ’s Day. She knew that in Saudi Arabia what she saw right in her front was not possible. Public display of affection was verboten, but she was not sure whether it was a cultural thing or an Islamic thing, but in her thoughts she knew there should be a limit to what displays of affection couples could express in public. A’isha knew the celebration of Valentine’s day was forbidden in Islam, she didn’t celebrate it even though she had been married for about two years now. It was an innovation and she knew quite well that innovations were bad in her religion and that there was nothing like good innovation or bad innovation, it all lead to misguidance. A’isha stood upright and sighed. She looked at the sky and gazed at the stars. She flashed back to when she was little and all she ever wanted to be was an astronaut, she envisaged it was a whole new world out there but now she was all grown up and she was far away from her childhood’s dream. She was a teacher in a school nearby but she had found fulfillment in her new career. She loved children and they loved her too. The popular nursery rhyme was true, the stars were like diamonds in the sky. She recalled how she had imagined when she was little that she would catch a star when she became an astronaut and make a beautiful necklace with it but now she knew that was a fantasy though she really would not mind having a necklace even if it did not have a diamond in it. She recalled the words of her Lord in Suratul Mulk:

‘And indeed We have adorned the nearest heaven with lamps…’

An odd feeling overwhelmed A’isha as she stared into the starry night, she felt envious. It was not the feeling of being envious that baffled her but the very thought of why she was envious. She was envious of what she had seen some moments earlier, the couples she had seen across the street. No doubt she wished her husband was here with her but he was not back from work yet.  She decided to return inside. Her laptop was on the center table.  She carried it and placed it on her laps as she sat on the sofa. She moved her hand over the touch pad to make remove it from sleep mode. She was browsing on the internet earlier. Her eyes met with a comment someone had made on a blog. It read:

‘for all us Muslims who cringe towards the ideas of all innovations such as mother’s day, birthdays, Valentine’s day etc, how many of us  actually make an attempt to care for the person in question in a way to make them feel just as loved without these days? There has to be a balance…’

‘Yes!’  A’isha, muttered. The comment reflected how she truly felt. She made du’a for the person who had reverberated her thought. That was all she  wanted, that was all she needed, to feel loved even without these days. The thought that there could be a balance comforted her.  She placed her laptop on the table and heaved a sigh of relief but for her today was just another day.

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A’isha turned in her bed as she pressed the snooze button on her phone. It was almost time for fajr. She laid on her back and thought of last night. She felt  tingly at the back of her neck, suddenly she realized her neck was a little heavy, right there on her neck was a beautiful necklace even though there was no diamond in it, she loved it. She turned to her side and looked at her husband. She could see his back. Her eyes lit up as shesmiled and put her arm around him. He was awake he raised her hand gently and turned to face her placing it back on his waist. He had not seen her smile like that in a long time, even when she learnt she was pregnant some weeks ago. Despite the fact that they had been trying to have a baby for sometime now.

‘Shukran, Habeeb’, A’isha said as her husband planted a kiss on her forehead. Today was not her birthday or any special occasion. It was just another day but a special one to remember.

ME, ANTI-SOCIAL!

I was checking through the divider and then I saw these award plaques. Inscribed on the plaque were my alma mater’s logo and the words 13TH ANNUAL AWARD NIGHT PRESENTED TO BEST NIGERIAN MIME ACT. The other award was for BEST NEW TALENT.  I travelled back in time and actually reminisced that social night. The mime act was STYL-PLUS’S CALL MY NAME but fast forward to present day Abdulmujeeb. Well now, music is a quondam for me (though it was one of the things I found very difficult to give up).

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 ‘Are you are anti-social?’, he asked.
‘Me, ANTI-SOCIAL!’, I thought.  That question was like hitting me below the belt. Though it is not the first time I have been told that. Two times in a row I have been presented with the award (though no plaques) for ‘ALWAYS INDOORS’ in the hostel I reside in school. My younger brother has accused me of being a bore (when he saw the title I gave this piece, he acceded). Am I truly anti-social?. I do not see myself as a religious person (I try my best to fulfill the obligations in the deen) but even though does being religious mean being anti-social? I recall that some brothers in Darul Haqq would say I laugh too much and then when I am in some other gatherings I hear I am anti-social. No doubt we are social beings and nobody wants to be lonely. Little wonder prisoners are kept behind bars away from the society and the worst of them are placed in Solitary confinement. It’s all about keeping them lonely. Seeing people every day is one of those things we take for granted. You could ask those who remained in school after the Okada-Mopol incident in school last year. I am not in the category of those who think Muslims should go and live in the bush neither am I in the league of those who think it is okay to be around people all the time. There are times you need your ME time (you know those times you just want be alone). It is true many of what people call socializing are not Islamic values like clubbing, drinking and all that and this also confirms  Allah’s words:
‘O ye who believe! take not into your intimacy those outside your ranks; they will not fail to corrupt you. They only desire your ruin: rank hatred has already appeared from their mouths; what their hearts conceal is far worse. We have made plain to you the Signs if ye have wisdom.’ Q3:118

            Yet sometimes people see your trying to save yourself from being corrupt  like you are arrogant, anti-social or that you discriminate and I am not just talking about non Muslims some Muslims also feel that way. Sometimes you can’t blame them since some people truly behave in such manner(arrogant or discriminate) and at other times it’s so untrue. I recall when I noticed that there was this distance between a friend and I so I queried him and he replied that it was because of the new principles I had started from the Sharia. I had told him I was still a fun-loving person provided it was Halal (sign me up!). I was still me but now  come to think of it some of us truly shut down our fun loving sides because of some DON’Ts in the deen. Some of us never even joke, yes it’s true that we should not tell lies even if it is a joke but does that mean we should not have any sense of humor. Any ‘DON’T’ we know is in the deen it is incumbent we try to find the Halal substitute (though I know it’s not always easy to find one, even in some cases you might not find any) but then a good number of us just turn off completely and the only time we’re excited is when issues about the deen is discussed. I will grab a gamepad to play Pro Evolution Soccer (@ TAOFEEK ALLI, when are you going to accept my challenge?) or watch any TYLER PERRY produced Movie. In the end I am still me. I want to be a balanced person, I want to stick to the middle path because that’s the Sunnah, and though I might be anti-social to some nevertheless I don’t want to be boring either.

WHO WILL DANCE FOR US?

“Dance! Dance, Champ! Dance! ”

“He’s throwing combinations like God put a motor in his body, uppercuts, lefts and rights, whipping that sucker all over the ring!

‘’I’m calling to him: “Dance, Champ! Dance for the little children in orphanages don’t nobody want! Fight for them Champ! You the boss! Dance for the po’ people with no jobs , who got rent to pay! Dance for ‘em, Champ! Stick that sucker! Dance for them winos  sleepin’ in the gutter! For them people who got TB, cancer, for them prisoners locked in jails and ain’t fot no bail! Dance  for ‘em champ! Dance for them dope addicts everybody’s given up on! Dance for little pregnant girls who got  no husbands! Dance for em’ champ! Fight for ‘em! ”

“ Whip them suckers for ‘em! Shoeshine ‘em! Shoeshine ‘em! Fight for them people needin’ welfare, for old people who didn’t get no pension checks!  Dance for ‘em!  Go ‘head, whip that sucker’s…! Have no mercy! Dance for them tired old whores out there hustlin’! For all them lonely people drinkin’ in the taverns! In the pool halls! On the street corners! Dance for the sweepers, little people moppin’ up airport floors, train stations, bus depots, gas station! Fight for ‘em, Champ! For the maids in hotels makin’ up beds, cleanin’ toilets! Whip them suckers! Shorty told them to resurrect you, Shorty told them to dig you up out of the grave! Ain’t no Senators saved you, ain’t no Governors saved you, ain’t no President saved you! Ain’t no bankers saved you! Them people out there saved you. Them  people out there puttin’ new blood in your veins! Stick that sucker in front of you! Them people out there puttin’ new blood in your veins! Stick that sucker in front of you! Stick him all night long! Can’t nobody whip Muhammad Ali but Cassius Clay, and he ain’t here tonight! Dance, Champ, dance!”

The above words were what Bundini (one of Muhammad Ali’s aides) told the Champ in one of his first fights after his exile for not joining the US army in the Viet-Nam war. Though I do not agree with Bundini on calling God shorty and also for some people he said the Champ should dance for but I pretty much agree with the rest  except that I want to add a few.

‘Dance for em’ masses who don’t know the meaning of fuel subsidy removal  except that  they know life might just get really hard, Dance for em’ worrying and aging sisters who ain’t married yet, Dance for ‘em  students who got admission but got no money for tuition, Dance for them Champ! Dance! Dance for ‘em brothers who have tried hard to get married but hasn’t got someone to say YES or money is hindering them, Dance for ‘em strangers who want to be changers but the world puts in danger. Whip them suckers for ‘em, Dance for ‘em Champ Dance for ‘em lonely single mothers who want to fall in love again ”  but wait a minute they ain’t no champ I can tell  so who will dance for us?