poem

This is Lagos

(This is about a day’s experience in Lagos).

Waking from a flea ridden bed at a distance
Into the present, just as the night fights the last round with day
In a fight it must lose.
Cocks crowing, dogs howling, agberos shouting, cars honking, children bawling
Kai! Which other reminder is needed, for this is Lagos

The bag slung on the back,
To continue tramping through the travails of life and Lagos;
And few steps from unknown to unknown
I’m orphaned underneath the huge sea from the sky
Mercilessly whipped till the rags turned white
and need u know:
this is Lagos

Jammed between the whole world, 69 sitting and 100 standing
The molue mulishly plods through the rain.
And a second bath is taken through the leaking roof, the invisible windows
and from hurled insults thrown indiscriminately
no complaint here
for this is Lagos!