Lagos Poems - Poems about Lagos

In Lagos' vibrant mosaic, life abounds, Multicultural threads, in waters surrounded. Lovely, funny, and resilient souls reside, Great leaders emerge, yet hurdles abide. Morning rush, nighttime chase, ceaseless pace, Some seek rest, others rise, in endless space. You wonder where the crowds converge and roam, A city of mystery, where not all are known. Superhuman, mysterious beings weave and spin, In public transport, life's...

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incessant downpour outdoor is gloomy and moist sunshine is cocooned...

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On my way to work this morning, Sandwiched between two perverts, I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky; Someday, I will be out of this bus! Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge, Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air; From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor, Certainly someday, I...

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A paranoid dwarf A paranoid dwarf Working at a Lagos wharf Does fear his ending up in a fridge By crossing a suspension bridge Offering a picture of a farm’s ridge And doesn’t a dime care That the other workers he does scare Before now not hurt on a single hair Walking the bridge as a pair Soon, everyone is annoyed About dealing with a paranoid In...

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Ten nights abound With bounties in it The sincerity of worship And the submission of a slave Seeking the mercy of his master. Ten last nights we crave Like vigilant watchmen Yearning for one special night When the mercy of our Lord Shall majestically descend on the world. The last ten nights that abound The words of our prophet resound To seek Allah in worship And seek...

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Before dusk, Before dark when the rustle of the day is dawn Inbetween those tankers, you will see them In the robes of odour Decorating the hollow corners of fear Their faces, carries no pity They are lord of the streets... Nightfall on this lands, When it rains, when thunderstorms come aboard Whence shall they lay their heads Those whose...

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Across the ocean Across the sea I live in Lagos the city to be Where business activities has become something of a frenzy And her economy is a thing of envy I come from Lagos The Old slave colony but now it is a free state because God has destroyed all her enemies I live in Lagos Once a real estate of Queen Victoria But...

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I love it when you laugh and smile, At the same time, in my delight I get sad. Because I wish I could be the only man while other men are animals Àdùk?´, you're so beautiful ...

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The streets of Lagos Snort odours of variant origins Whilst watching their breath claw its way Into the breathing hole of man The feet of Lagos Speedily catapulting legs forward Dance to the howling of cars On these burdened streets Thrashing and striking chords mercilessly The cacophonous orchestra of man and Danfo Creates a vortex of peaceful...

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ISALE EKO (LAGOS) A rooster of discrete tongues Culture, tradition Where, Zillion specters resonate Quantum croak. Cock crow, Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba Descry of sea of soul cases Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar, As husky ell of murk drench dawning, Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire To stupor, obloquy. The hindmost geezer nestling, Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz, Hallowed...

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After amala and ewedu, And after the round two of egusi and fufu. Na im my eyes come dey pinch me, Small small i dey close am. Before i know i don dey doze, Wetin we dey talk? I don sleep. I see two big molue, Wey be like aeroplane. I come see people wey line up, dey enter one by one. 'Yeeh!',dey no even...

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Early to rise late to lay, business minded people who barely slay; best of friends with traffic who make their day. Clicking show glasses of Ghana bons with schoolers ready to buy; Athletic traffic sellers who could catch up a bus at 120 A metropolis coloured with yellow molue and danfo buses whose drivers are as audacious as the day; chain smokers with throaty voices impatient with co-commuters when they...

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Lagos, the land where dreams berth at the shores of realities... The oasis of potentials and priceless opportunities, the hub of emerging economies and innovative technologies... Lagos is working and moving forward. Lagos, the land of fresh ideas and freedom; Where street urchins and vibrant youth rise to stardom... her streets never sleep, there is no room for boredom. Lagos is...

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People Hustling for MONEY Like bee that want to produce HONEY... Lagos city is not FUNNY but some people are CUNNY No one want to go ASTRAY Like the poor hawking on a TRAY Everyone Hunting for POSSESION In this period of RECESSION Everyone seems so BUSY Like the area of Mushin that's so LOUSY Lagos city looks like a JUNGLE And its only met for...

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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,...

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