Lagos

A mad woman with shattered hair, bridled with great fulfilled ego and pride among all women. A troubled soul in the midst of Pestful heterogenous mouths. Hanging here and there are her beauties spreading like an Eagle's wings in a flight to perfection. Up and down are template of confused children lost in horror. The street is strict and stressed every walls occupied by hustlers every street, a ghotto of bustlers Lagos laughs large locomotively yet, the street is stoning every commoner. Sweat on the street closes many nose Hurrying legs and hands write before the sun Hopes fall like pack of cards every eyes busy and troubled with its own problems and circumstances. Lagos, a naked woman who needs no clothes but jumps here and there like a teenager on a new shoe parading the street to be seen her breast milk is made for every mouth to suck. This is Lagos our mother soiled with floating slums and stalls crammed full of all races and tribes. Many have stolen her virginity yet, She never suffer them to ruin. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration