Lola

Lola danced with grace.

Lola the cow, Lola the cow, she's smart and she brings trouble, and she goes mooooo.

How dare you speak of love, you who never knew Lola?

If Lola doesn't say "yes" clearly, you'd better take it as a "no".

Lola abhors Salim's smoking.

I tripped in the alleyway in the darkness, as I crashed my knees on the asphalt. There was a wooden board that covered a wire between houses across the alleyway. It was very dark there at night. My eyeglasses fell off my face. Luckily, a Cantonese labourer with a flashlight helped me. My knees just got scraped. I remember another time when I crashed on my knees. It was at Don José Heights in Quezon City in the Philippines. There was a vastness of Martianesque red soil, wherein the "talahib" grass grew. Sometimes, workers intentionally set the grass on fire. My brother and I were still playing, even then, outside. We were still prepubescent. Near burning grass, I stumbled on my knees. My grandmother, Lola Bebe, was so angry. A maid washed my legs in the big tiled sink behind the garage.

Lola danced gracefully.

Lola was dancing gracefully.

What lovely names for girls there are! There's Stella like the Evening Star, And Sylvia like a rustling tree, And Lola like a melody,

She walked up to me and she asked me to dance / I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola