LAGOS, the hope, the despair - By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

  
The time, first, to glow in the city
The time, first, to be stranded
The time, first, to be rich
The time, first, to strive

The stinking wealth, Lagos, the mother
The pearly penury, Eko[1], the eyesore
Influx the poor, influx the rich

Oh! The sky-licking skyscraper of Islands
Stirred the hope, repelled the despair

Ah! The oozing sore of pungent ghetto
Lagged the Lagos, thwarted the growth

Hmm.., dinning in the mind:
Mesmerizing, the glittering nymphs;
Appetizing, the garlic of the kitchen,  

Fiercely the roads, friendly the looks
Shocked and soaked
In the labyrinths of roads


In the shell of loss,
I lured, the courage, to lick the omellete
Of timid-less      
Lest straddle the stranger
With dazzling minds

Departure to Lagos
Arrival, the hope and despair.   



[1] The local name for Lagos, a city in Nigeria



© OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED PENMIND 

Comments

  1. John Chizoba Vincent11 November 2016 at 23:21

    Great one Penmind Olaniyi Abdulwaheed. More ink to your pen

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    1. olaniyi12 November 2016 at 12:59

      Thank you dear. We shall lick the honey of writing by the grace of God!

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