Lulo narrator script

 

All the way down, near Africa’s Southern most tip.

Lies a boy softly stirring ahead his weekly trip.

 

Under the shadow of a table some call a mountain.

While others sleep, his thoughts are a fountain.

 

It’s Saturday and at THAT he is beaming

But not for soccer, nor cricket, despite father’s scheming.

 

His dreams are grander, a little more debonair 

To perform in a place where it’s all in the hair 

 

For his name is Lulo and he’s on a mission

To wonder and dazzle and become a magician. 

 

But dreams are for sleepers as mother kept telling

And Lulo was up before the roosters were yelling

 

Shake mama, shake papa, leave sis to sleep in.

I mean, it’s frankly impressive through this morning din.

 

 “Your breakfast”, “your trousers”, “there’s a comb in your hair.!.!”

Getting Lulo ready is a whole family affair.

 

But Lulo is calm, he lets his mind go

To a place where a spoon is all you need for a show

 

“You’ll miss your ride, if you keep on with your lateness.”

But it’s exactly that that keeps him going, dreaming of greatness.

 

As Lulo walks alone to catch his taxi

The rank is as load as any could be 

 

As the hoots turn to cheers and the day becomes dream

Lulo fully arrives in his world unseen 

 

“My name is Lulo a boy but 10 

My mystical powers you’ll never ken