The days

Last Saturday I was standing in my crowded NYSC room in Iyana-Ipaja and trying to arrange my bed (a chore I do not particularly like). I was thinking about the paths I’d taken, roads not travelled and how I wasn’t where I’d planned to be in November 2014. I felt a little maudlin and was tilting towards self pity.

Suddenly I heard a song coming from the orientation broadcasting service, and was transfixed. I didn’t think I’d heard it before but it called me to dance…

And I danced.

In the three minutes I danced, I was transported to the days of my childhood when my brothers and I would dance to rock songs. We’d shake our “hair” and move our little bodies. We didn’t care if we were dancing properly or had no rhythm, we danced because our rock songs (my mother’s actually) were playing on the cassette player and dancing was great fun.

The song ended, I came back to the “real” world. Somehow everything seemed much better and less dreary. Unfortunately I couldn’t get the right lyrics and searching for it was futile, until yesterday. I was under one of the tents in the parade ground when OBS played the song again, I ran to their stand and got the title of the song. A few minutes later I’d downloaded the song and was jamming to it.

Avicii “The Days” lyrics
[Verse 1]
Under the tree where the grass don’t
grow
We made a promise to never get old
You had a chance and you took it on me
And I made a promise that I couldn’t
keep
Heart ache, heart break
All over town
But something flipped like a switch when
you came around
And I’m in pieces, pick me up, and put me together

[Chorus]
These are the days we’ve been waiting for
And days like these who couldn’t ask for more
Keep them coming
Cause we’re not done yet
These are the days we won’t regret
These are the days we won’t forget
These are the days we’ve been waiting for
Rattle the cage and slam that door
And the world is calling us but not just yet
These are the days we won’t regret
These are the days we won’t forget

[Verse 2]
Out on the midnight
The wild ones howl
The last of the lost boys have thrown in
the towel
We used to believe we were stars
aligned
You made wish and I fell out of time
Curfew, cut through
All over town
You make me bleed when I look up
And you’re not around
But I’m in pieces, pick me up, and put me together

[Chorus]
These are the days we’ve been waiting for
And days like these who couldn’t ask for more
Keep them coming
Cause we’re not done yet
These are the days we won’t regret
These are the days we won’t forget
These are the days we’ve been waiting for
Neither of us knows what’s in store
You just roll your window down and place your bets
These are the days we won’t regret
These are the days we’ll never forget
And these are the days
And these are the days
[Instrumental]

Somehow God used a “secular” song to lift me from that depth on that beautiful and sunny Saturday. He also gave me the gift of a special person who came into my life this camp period, he brought calm and peace to my days here and I’m so grateful I met him.

He’s a rock music lover (aren’t all my friends?), exceptional artist and painter (I’m going to be his manager, he doesn’t know that yet) and an all round great guy.

John this post is for you… Thanks for “the days”, hours of beauty, minutes of translucent lustre and seconds of magic. Knowing you has been an experience of the sublime and yes, the memories will always shine like that Saturday morning.

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5 Comments

  1. **Faints** **grabs megaphone** **in my Italian accent** John we need to take a ride to the desert and talk….hehe….I might as well play the ‘Hurt-her-and-I-will-shoot-you card….hehe….It is so nice to read from you again mamacita…..Lemme go listen to this on youtube….

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