Area boys (also known as Agberos) are loosely organized gangs of street children and teenagers, composed mostly of males (but with a few females), who roam the streets of Lagos, Nigeria. They extort money from passers-by, sell illegal drugs, act as informal security guards, and perform other "odd jobs" in return for compensation. The groups are based in Lagos Island, a Local Government Area in Lagos and the most urbanised part of Nigeria.
Area boys, who are largely Yoruba, have existed in the city since the early 1980s. However, under various names, types of Area Boys have been traced back to the 1920s. In 2007, the total number of area boys in Lagos was estimated at over 35,000 by a member of the Lagos State Judiciary; as of 1996, the number of them operating on Lagos Island alone was placed around 1,000. A 1996 study of area boys on Lagos Island by Abubakar Momoh showed that only 26.4% of area boys were from Lagos State; Ogun State (22.6%), Kwara State (14.2%), and Oyo State (14.1%) all produced more than 10% of respondents. Most were between twelve and thirty-five years old.
Area is a quantity that expresses the extent of a two-dimensional surface or shape in the plane. Area can be understood as the amount of material with a given thickness that would be necessary to fashion a model of the shape, or the amount of paint necessary to cover the surface with a single coat. It is the two-dimensional analog of the length of a curve (a one-dimensional concept) or the volume of a solid (a three-dimensional concept).
The area of a shape can be measured by comparing the shape to squares of a fixed size. In the International System of Units (SI), the standard unit of area is the square metre (m2), which is the area of a square whose sides are one metre long. A shape with an area of three square metres would have the same area as three such squares. In mathematics, the unit square is defined to have area one, and the area of any other shape or surface is a dimensionless real number.
There are several well-known formulas for the areas of simple shapes such as triangles, rectangles, and circles. Using these formulas, the area of any polygon can be found by dividing the polygon into triangles. For shapes with curved boundary, calculus is usually required to compute the area. Indeed, the problem of determining the area of plane figures was a major motivation for the historical development of calculus.
A boy is a young male human, usually child or adolescent. When he becomes an adult he's described as a man. The most apparent thing that differentiates a boy from a girl is that a boy typically has a penis while girls do not. However some intersex children with ambiguous genitals, and biologically female transgender children, may also be classified or self-identify as a "boy".
The term "boy" is primarily used to indicate biological sex distinctions, cultural gender role distinctions or both. The latter most commonly applies to adult men, either considered in some way immature or inferior, in a position associated with aspects of boyhood, or even without such boyish connotation as age-indiscriminate synonym. The term can be joined with a variety of other words to form these gender-related labels as compound words.
The word "boy" comes from Middle English boi, boye ("boy, servant"), related to other Germanic words for boy, namely East Frisian boi ("boy, young man") and West Frisian boai ("boy"). Though the exact etymology is obscure, the English and Frisian forms probably derive from an earlier Anglo-Frisian *bō-ja ("little brother"), a diminutive of the Germanic root *bō- ("brother, male relation"), from Proto-Indo-European *bhā-, *bhāt- ("father, brother"). The root is also found in Flemish boe ("brother"), Norwegian dialectal boa ("brother"), and, through a reduplicated variant *bō-bō-, in Old Norse bófi, Dutch boef "(criminal) knave, rogue", German Bube ("knave, rogue, boy"). Furthermore, the word may be related to Bōia, an Anglo-Saxon personal name.
The Cure are an English alternative rock band formed in Crawley, West Sussex in 1976. The band has experienced several line-up changes, with frontman, vocalist, guitarist and principal songwriter Robert Smith being the only constant member. The Cure first began releasing music in the late 1970s with its debut album Three Imaginary Boys (1979); this, along with several early singles, placed the band as part of the post-punk and New Wave movements that had sprung up in the wake of the punk rock revolution in the United Kingdom. During the early 1980s, the band's increasingly dark and tormented music helped form the gothic rock genre.
After the release of Pornography (1982), the band's future was uncertain and Smith was keen to move past the gloomy reputation his band had acquired. With the 1982 single "Let's Go to Bed" Smith began to place a pop sensibility into the band's music (as well as a unique stage look). The Cure's popularity increased as the decade wore on, especially in the United States where the songs "Just Like Heaven", "Lovesong" and "Friday I'm in Love" entered the Billboard Hot 100 chart. By the start of the 1990s, The Cure were one of the most popular alternative rock bands in the world. The band is estimated to have sold 27 million albums as of 2004. The Cure have released thirteen studio albums, 10 EPs and over thirty singles during the course of their career. Since 2010, they have been working on a fourteenth studio album.
Plot
Two life-long friends (Bode and Obi) live in the shanty town area of Lagos. Having grown-up in a world where corruption and greed over-ride all else, the friends decide to cut their ties with their megalomaniacal boss (Dele) and form their own partnership with a view of leaving their corrupt world for good. But their plans fall apart before it's began when against their better judgment, they work a scam on Dele's turf, the scam back-fires, and he finds out about it. The friends are then faced with a life or death situation as they search for an escape route whilst hiding from the clutches of Dele's henchmen. And as the sun fades on this bustling metropolitan city, the friends are put to test about the real value of their friendship with the ultimate question: how far would you go to save the life of your friend...?
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Todo dia eu te vejo num carrão,
todo dia você na gandaia.
Todo dia você cruza o retão
da avenida Getúlio Vargas.
Fiz de tudo pra te namorar
mas a pé, você vira a cara
esqueceu que eu já te conquistei
com uma pick-up emprestada
Oh, Maria gasolina, se você entrar na minha,
eu te dou uma pick- up, meu bem.
Oh, Maria gasolina, vamos dar uma saidinha
está valendo um carro, rapaz.
Oh, meu Deus, que bom seria
ter um carro todo dia, pra sair com essa mulher.
O barulho da buzina, com cheiro de gasolina,
só não pega quem não quer.
O barulho da buzina, com cheiro de gasolina,
só não pega quem não quer.
Todo dia eu te vejo num carrão
Todo dia você na gandaia
Todo dia vejo você na avenida getulio vargas
Fiz de tudo pra te namorar
Mas a pé você vira a cara
Esqueceu que eu já te conquistei
Com uma pikap emprestada
O maria gasolina se você entrar na minha eu te dou uma pikap meu bem
O maria gasolina vamos dar uma saidinha esta valendo um carro, rapaz
Ai meu deus como eu queria ter um carro todo dia pra sair com essa mulher
No barulho da buzina com cheiro de gasolina só não pega quem não qué
No barulho da buzina com cheiro de gasolina só não pega quem não qué
Keep your tongue in your mouth
Though I know you need to say?
If your words get out
They will surely destroy.
Miss, are you spoken for? Because I'd like to speak at you
Miss, are you spoken for?
What have you seen?
Well, I try to pretend.
Using only my stories
And all lies of man?
Keep you tongue in your mouth
Though I know you need to say?
But if your words get out
They will surely destroy
Let's try this another time,?
I wasn't thinking clearly.?
I wandered off the path one day
Great watcher turned, and I ran away.
I lost myself amongst some trees
Birds and lizards pay no mind to me.
Sat atop the mushroom grove
I drank the tea of forest folk
I did not mind that I sat alone
Until a Hoping toad approached
He spoke of things you'd not believe
He whispered truths that tickled me
I lost myself in fairytales
But, truth be told, these tales were real
The toad and I, we shared a smoke
I lit my ears as for hours he spoke
Bestowed his knowledge upon me
The women he'd known, the places he'd seen
Everyone was tripping, the whole world was dancing
And I thought, I thought...
Maybe I was tripping, the animals were singing
And I thought, I thought...
I knew this song, I knew this song...
I knew this song.
And it's finally making sense now.
I found a way to attain the lies of man?
Make that a way... to destroy everything.
Keep your tongue in your mouth.
Is that too much to ask of you?
I sat for hours as he spoke,
Asked him why he came a toad.
He said he'd always been this way
He was not disguised, just for today.
In the forest, we're up 'til dawn.
I licked his back and finally saw
So many colors I'd never seen
The here and now, the in between.
He's not how I thought he was
But I like her much better as.
It's not like I thought it was
But I feel that I've been despised.
It's not like I thought it was
but I like it much better as.
It's not like I thought it was
I turned that mans first born to sand
In fact, that's how you have that castle
That you dreamed of, that you wanted
I am here to fix everything.
I took your toothy grin, and left a patch of skin.
I took her batting lashes, changed them from blonde to ashes.
I took the boy with the giant head, and I made his body smaller and his neck too thin.
I took that tongue of that annoying neighbor child, yes, I split it down the middle, let it bleed there for a while.
You are so small, she said...
You are so small.
Hey, while you were out there serving wine
I was up here in the balcony, turning faces white, I said
Hey, while you were out there kissing babies
I was luring kids with lollypops, and now they're pushing daisies.
You are so small.
You will not be heard from for a long time
You will not be found with your rightful hands or eyes
When your mother finds you, you won't believe her cries
Wish the child gone missing had been the child who died.
Hey, you, I can be a miracle man too
Hey, you, I can change everything.
Hey, you, I can be a miracle man too
Hey, you, I can fix everyone.
I turned that mans trophy wife to brass
He'd barely notice a difference.
I taught him she served us no fucking purpose.
I am here to fix everyone.
"Goddamn," you might say.
"Quite the talent," I'd say.
Temper, temper.
Patience, patience.
Don't change me into...
You will not be heard from for a long time
I will be around because, fear will never die
And if they should find you, it'd be a sight to see.
A mass of flesh and muscle, a pile of pulp and teeth.
I am finally a kingdom.
Make use of all the skills that you once told me I had
so calculated, the words that come. ah!
but the glorious shine of a polished
tongue.
have you been up practicing all night long?
your mouth forms chords
and arpeggiates.
it sounds so sweet but then nauseates.
have you been up
sweating this all night long?
at the crack of dawn your up again to show the
world just where you stand
you dressed in your good suit today.
polished
your shoes for such an occasion...
pressed your shirt and slicked your
hair
straightened that tie now get out there! get out there!
the tile is
burning through your rubber soles
the sweat is beading and forming tiny
pools
youve been pacing and youre scaring the shit out of your kids
theres
white building up in the corners of your mouth
the neighbor kids are laughing
and pointing at your house
your wifes ashamed. she's pulling all the blinds.
you'd think you'd get the picture after time after time after time.
your roof
is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...
oh my science!
hes on the roof again!
citing scripture and throwing up his hands
they
said "i dont think hes coming down"
"does he think hes conducting some great
orchestra? cause hes waving his hands and i cant help singing:
oh my
science! hes on the roof again! citing scripture and throwing up his hands.dear
science hes on the roof again! citing scripture and
throwing up his
hands."
hes not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by their
laughter
hes not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by sharp
fingers
you dressed in your good suit today
polished your shoes oh what a
waste
pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
and all you got were empty
She sleeps with the planets. I know because I've seen it.
I sleep next to science, wishing it were her.
We were once a product of conservative America
She slept around, and left this town, went looking for her sign.
She flirts with the moons, and lets them think they have her
My cheeks are rosy-red, I try to make her laugh... but...
When she was young, she saw a film
Then packed her bags and marked a date
The time has come, 2001, she's on her own space odyssey
I'm no cosmonaut, oh, I...
Tried to make her to a woman ??, What did you think
But she's set herself free
She's not equipped for black holes, and I just want her in my arms.
I'm not equipped for long-term.
She's been here, I smell her, she's like the wind before the rain.
Naked, she'd tell me only stars know what she's really thinking
She's in the arms of Jupiter, get back, this moon's a trip for her
The feeling's gone, she's swears, the stars have taken her from me.
And I...
Tried to make her to a woman ??, What did you think
But she's set herself free
She's not equipped for black holes, and I just want her in my arms.
I'm not equipped for long term, and I just want...
I found my old sketches of flying facts, with brown paper wings, and fur.
She slipped out the back door and left me, so I learned to fly.
Years fly by, it's such a view. Skin dries up, eyes go, too.
Despite what they say, I should leave it alone.
The milky way traveler, well, he's seen it all.
I took long enough to find a love at the time
The lonely star traveler could never go home...
I'm no cosmonaut.
And I don't know anymore...
There's little mean bugs in my veins.
Can I stick to you, my love?
'Cause I'll stick to anyone.
I'm in love with everyone...
But timing's placed hums in my ears(??)
I wake up stuck to someone
I wake up in other years
Does anyone believe in time, and do you feel the years went fine?
'Cause I do.
Does anyone believe in age, and do you see my skin rip up?
'Cause I do.
Does anyone believe in love, 'cause I've been afraid to face with it, and I don't.
Does anyone believe in God? And do you feel the force of hell?
'Cause I do.
Maybe I've just done it all. It's really fucking hot in here.
So I sit in the streets of time and wait.
And I try to convince myself that I am not to blame.
She swims with, and sleeps every ??? she sees.
Such is life, and such is me.
I'm asleep all the God damn time.
I can't believe any of this is real.
It's inevitable, it's all in my head
My mind is melting.
Melting, stretching, tearing ??
she cant be well... shes got the look of pots left out.
strange left over
browns and greens seeping from her lids in streams
oh no!
this cant be
right... shes been leaking from her pores all night.
off white and yellow and
in between like a kettle hot about to steam
and i grow quite confused
with
out a map or drawn instructions whats a man to do?
she is just a mess
some
thing you might find growing off of something you would never
touch without
some goggles and a mask
dr shes not looking well.quite frankly sir she looks
like hell
i must confess, im no doctor and id like to wash my hands of this
entire mess
oh this virus!
how cute it likes us!
its sweet and it gets
inside us!
we move just like it wants us to we swell and stink and pulse and
ooze
i bet this makes sense to the physicist
to me its a whole lot of
nonsense
x's and y's and the whole lack there of
me and mr science are about
to square off
and engage in an old fashioned bout of fisticuffs
if we must
talk of science and human life, ill pose my queries say
what i know and sir
well both be up all night
cant make sex with out a chemistry set
if it
has seven ears it might be inbred
relations between man and beast are strictly
forbidden!
im only hearing from 5 ears but it seems to make sense
cant make
love if its not in proper time
if it has 5 legs well then its not one of
mine
relations between mind and body just cause the eyes to strain
trying to
make sense of signs that point to lasting pain
you cant fight biology
tries to get up from her bed
the sheets are sticking to her skin and we cant
tell her that shes
turning iinto something new, an unclassified new breed of
goo.
she looks like hell and we want to help but will not touch.
her closest
friends they loose their lunch and we cant help her we
cant help her
oh this virus!
how cute! it likes us! its sweet and it gets inside
we move just like it wants us to.we swell and stink and pulse and
ooze.
makes sense to a physicist
and to a biologist
not to a comic book
enthusiast
makes sense to a scientist and to an alchemist
not to a
scientologist
makes sense to a scientist
but i get none of this
im getting