Lagos, a Confuse City

April 23rd, The seductive smoky weed descending from Kabiru swept through my nostril Cracky creepy shanties sneaking Pulsating stench sneering from gutters Churning and choky smoke oozing from the BRT buses Area boys bullying Police officers begging for spiritual currency Perputuality and patriotism is our uniform Confusion descending from the State House Fashola’s spectacles is missing Tinubu is snoring Okada’s boys on rampage Mama Risikat with assorted bottles of combined I embraced a cup to shine my eyes I embraced street live Growing up in the hood Swimming with the skally wags and hood rats My dreams are illegal in Lagos A meter from my nose Is a sawmill and smiling garbage as high as Babel Emeka’s blaring speakers echoing;’ do me, I do you, God no go vex’ Beside me, is a 2 storey house The city of scam ‘Boys go hamma’ Unliag coconut heads with their effizy Adeola’s gap-tooth snowballing My naughty pen crying, ‘chop my money’ At dawn, the muezzin whispering’ Allahu Akbar’ O’ Lagos, your womb is polluted and punctured Your dreams cut through third mainland bridge Swaggering and swooning it trails Lagos, a confuse city. Written by Awoh Kingsley Dedicated to Adeola 26th October, 2012