MY LAGOS, THEIR NIGERIA

constant swear drips from her face
Toiling and sweating so she's not left behind in this race
Sweaty palms and greasy flesh in the weather 
Doing multiple jobs so she'll make life better
Receiving insults all for the sake of hawking 
angry mobs might lynch you for nothing 
If you don't push hard to make gain that day
you'd have nothing to feed on not even a grain

Young minds pushing carts up and down for hustle
Competition so high you have to ignore the tussle 
in a bit of rush beside a danfo to make a sale
you are pushed, you tumble and you fray
Walking in slow strides pushing a wheel barrow of goods
Empty bus parks and it's been rushed by fools
not minding the value of your products
some collides with it and feet(s) tramples on them in the dust

Looking pale in a corner he lays down homeless
No meals for days he feels helpless
Keke splashes you water and you tell him waka
by the time you turn, oh! Lord here comes a tanker
In a moment of rage you sit there wet
So weak and frail you're soaking wet
Biting your lips as your curse under your breath
Fist clenched but no one to duel

Conductor dancing as he hangs on by the door
driver swerving hard as he nears a port
passenger screaming as they flare in shock
curses rends the sky as the bus climbs a rock
Police crosses over to view the scene 
Agbero troops in to obtain and steal
This is Lagos, protect all your treasure
If you lose guard, you're obtained by all measures 

It is not a stale news that the country is not safe
not much security, that is the state
For I live on the island in a street called Pike
We protect ourselves with everything at sight 
For how long would we continue to live like this
Even our so called leaders are not resting in peace 
They say youths are the leaders of tomorrow
"Which tomorrow?, the one I see in sorrow?"

Police controlling traffic putting on black 
Sun scourges, making his skin go dark
Hey! That officer might slum for he is old
Na the hustle, ends must meet for he has been told
Market women calling buyers at the top of their voice
Customers pricing, but all in void 
So sad, that women needs to sell by all means 
For she has mouths to feed and a landlord who is mean 

"Happy birthday" she said to her boyfriend who is twin
He said "come over, I will go buy the drinks"
Kick start the engine trying to hurry to shoprite
ran under a trailer after he skipped the traffic light
His sport car unidentifiable with such a gory sight
torn to pieces as metal pierced his sides
mourners wearing blacks on his candle night
no slow mode in Lagos, everywhere is tight

Insurgents deciding the fate of my nation 
Rescuing Chibok girls seems abomination 
because their own family isn't part of them
no wahala, they can rot in the enemy's den
Some corps members posted to their doom
an average family lives in one room
everyday we live as if it's our last day
Only God gives us assurance in another way 

Minimum wage is an eye sore
even to get paid is war 
Aged pensioners standing for hours under the hot sun
Some sent the ways of their fathers before it gets to their turn
You say we are the giant of Africa
old glory yanked off like stickers 
for we are like fading shadows 
living in the gallow below

He ran through the hood and down to the brothel
even if you were there, you better don't tell
his life was cut short by the same brothers in cult
he laid lifeless, no one to blame, nobody at fault 
All hell broke loose the next day as the area scatters 
Police trooped in, arrest you so long you're Rasta
A lot of innocent youths we're catered away to station 
huge bails followed, oh! Lord, I'm sick of this nation 

Bereft of amenities we live in awe
even if you're legal but caught, you'll rot in jail
Alaba is not a place you'll sleep and dab
If you go slack you'll get sold along with tab
Public schools are just there, no infrastructure
Students sits on sticks and stones learning in torture
Still they say youths are the leaders of tomorrow
Presidential tickets we can't afford, too huge to borrow


@talk2leigh
9th Sept 18
7:57am 
 

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