HIP HOP WORLD (CHAPTER 2)

Chapter Two (Hip Hop World- It’s All Coming Back)

Childhood memory is the best you can give a kid.

    

Repertoire: yeah fellows, who is next to tell his story?

Viola: I think that should be you repertoire

Repertoire: is not my turn yet

Viola: what do you mean is not your turn yet, we have listen to about three guys that are your close friend telling their story without any doubt in their mind and you, you are making a stupid excuse

Repertoire: I’m not making any excuse I just think is not yet time for me tell my story

Viola: I know you have something to hide you hypocrite black man

Repertoire: well viola you will not like to listen to story that is not fully complete will you?

Viola: you damn right I will like to hear your story either complete or not

Balalaika: viola his right, tell us your story repertoire, besides you invited us here, you ought to be the first person here, to tell his story

        [ every one of them say yeah yeah they really want to hear my story, to say the truth I do have something to hide, I have a skeleton in my cupboard, but I was thinking this is a hip hop island we should be drinking and having fun… living our sad memory behind us. Well well well I ain’t got no choice the spot light is on me I have to let it go, I have to tell them my story since they want to hear me say it]

Repertoire:  guys I can see that you are all waiting for me to tell my story…

      

     [Then all of a sudden a shout came out from nowhere]

Banjo: eyin boys e ma bo!!

            

    [ that was banjo speaking in Yoruba language, what that mean by the way is “ we should come” so when we got to where he was standing we saw with him a huge fish he caught in the sea, it was not much of a surprise to us because we knew banjo is rugged guy ]

Piccolo: oh! Banjo you got yourself a big fish

Tuba: banjo with you in this island nobody will go hungry

Banjo: yes o who is the man?

Tuba: you the man

Banjo: I say who is the man?

Repertoire: you the man

Piccolo: guys let make a barbecue out of this fish

Repertoire: oh yeah piccolo

Viola: just don’t forget we still want to listen to your story

Repertoire; get of my butt mehn

Viola: I will get of your butt if and that is a big if, if you tell us your story

Piccolo: common viola live him alone… but repertoire you will tell us your story while we eat the fish wouldn’t you?

Repertoire: of course I will

  [While the fish was getting barbecue, is time for the boys to gyrate again, but this time in a slow and romantic and what better way can they do it if not by relaxing to boyz II men if only the lady are here is what is going on in our mind]

Clarinet: I will make love to you

     [Clarinet pop the champagne while singing]

Cello: ohhh! Clarinet pass the champagne here

Piccolo: how I wish the babes are here

Viola: yes mehn I am feeling the music I want to feel the babes too

Clarinet: guys you know what let me keep you company before the arrival of the girls

Cello: what are you going to do?

Clarinet: I’m going to sing

Viola: mehn just shut your mouth I don’t want to hear any crack voice

Clarinet: I’m going to sing it anyway ♫ viola I’ll make love to you, like you want me to, and I’ll hold you tight viola all through the night I’ll make love to you, when you want me to, and I’ll not let go till you want me to…..

 Viola: mehn are you a fagot because you scaring me right now

Banjo: guys people the fish is ready

Piccolo: yeah, I am hungry already

Bongos: tabla toss me the beer mehn

Repertoire: yeah toss me one beer too

    [We ate the barbecue fish…. I mean we ate it all with the beer and champagne we drank them all, but the only thing missing are the girls, guys are anxiously waiting for them to come quick as a matter of fact they losing their fortitude…after the drinking and eating every one of us were exhausted]

Viola: if those girls are not here by tomorrow my butt will live here

Piccolo: true word mehn, I am getting bored without them lass

Repertoire: relax guys they will be here don’t forget good things come those who wait

Piccolo: well I hope the wait will worth the while

Repertoire: most definitely it will

Viola: what make you so sure they will show up, when you hardly talk to them?

Repertoire: you are right I’m always quiet when it comes to talking with the ladies, but Cello did the talking he called one of them

Cello: yeah I called mandolin she promise they will come

Repertoire: you here that so be patience guys, patience is virtue

Viola: virtue my foot, I’m tired

Cello: maybe we should all go to bed

Viola: yeah I’m getting dizzy my head is spinning like damn

Clarinet: hmmmm!! Me too really dizzy

Repertoire: whoa you guys ain’t lying my head is banging like the drum

Piccolo: okay that’s it, everybody is grumbling tomorrow is the d- day

Cello: no doubt my brother, I can’t wait to see them lovely good looking lass

Piccolo: good night everybody and have yourself a sweet dream