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Saturday 16 November 2019

The City of a Thousand Lights

Hi there!

 Its been too long...again...

What has dragged me out this time you ask?  a poem!

Yep, you read that right...this is a poem ( or some variation of it), that I recently HAD to write as part of a presentation in the office ( weird isn't it?) and I just thought I should share here. Hopefully this will be the start of a revival for this space! lol.

I've titled this one 'The City of a Thousand lights'....inspiration came from our one and only resident madhouse, the city of Lagos!
Now I must warn you... i'm not much of a poet and this was written  partly out of necessity and frustration from a very long day...lol

But anyways, here goes nothing...

...oh please do leave your thoughts below, and any other experiences you've had in our great city!


the city of a thousand lights


Let me tell you a story about my city
The city that never sleeps.
Millions of dreams and aspirations commuting daily
Ours is a journey that's on repeat.


Lagos comes bearing gifts and promises
Bright lights, the night life, in all its glory
Silver and gold supposedly line the streets.
But you know nothing, until you have experienced it's fury.


The hustle drives us, it's what keeps us going.
On The promise of a better tomorrow, we set our sights. 
It's alluring, it's consuming, it's intriguing, almost spellbinding.
But you never know when the tables may turn, and you start to lose the fight.


The traffic is unforgiving, everyone's trying to get ahead.
Long hours on the road,  is part of the daily routine.
Almost like a war zone, on your bones, the tires will thread.
Best believe  it's a jungle out there, mostly volatile, hardly ever serene.


Eko oni baje, we pray for a better tomorrow.
That our dreams may become our reality.
Where there are no death traps, but rather paved roads to follow
Where our aspirations are valid, in all its totality 


Have you heard of my beautiful city, a city that happens to life!
My city never sleeps, there's always something on the Menu
It is imperfectly perfect, a balance of accord and strife.
I could go on and on, but for now, my story, is to be continued