Lagos I Miss You
Far away in my true home
I still miss my Lagos home
Too early have I sequestered from this true home...
That even when I visit for the golden fleece
I no longer feel a part of this home;
For my heart is sold to Lagos.
What do I not miss about Lagos?
Is it the early morning husband and wife palavers?
The Monday morn' tussle to get a molue at the bus-stop?
The go-slow that magically turns a two minutes journey into two hours?
The blessed roads with potholes as deep as the Niger?
The 'sharp guys' duping and pickpocketing at Oshodi?
The collosal noises of different trade groups and vehicles?
Or is it the anthill activities of the great Oshodi market?
I miss them all.
What do I not love about my Lagos?
Is it the glittering terrain of Ikeja
Or the fading colour of Iyana Ipaja?
Is it the "Three Wise Men" at Ojota
Or the great Awolowo forever standing at Ikeja?
Is it the clean gutters of Shonibare
Or the mosquito-infested ones of Agege?
Is it the Apapa Wharf
Or the Ikeja Industrial Area?
Is it the jollying hours of the night
Or the weekends at night clubs?
Ajegunle! Mile 2! Ile Epo! and of course Super!
Can you hear me?
I love you all
Even friends and enemies
I terribly miss
For now I know I love them all.
Lagos!
Hearken to the voice of my heart
Reserve my place among your innumerable multitudes
For this lover of yours shall return to you soon;
With my "pali" of course;
And join in the terrible search for jobs
Keep your hands open for an embrace
For soon will you receive me back to your bossom
Lagos I miss you.
Copyright Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2012
Far away in my true home
I still miss my Lagos home
Too early have I sequestered from this true home...
That even when I visit for the golden fleece
I no longer feel a part of this home;
For my heart is sold to Lagos.
What do I not miss about Lagos?
Is it the early morning husband and wife palavers?
The Monday morn' tussle to get a molue at the bus-stop?
The go-slow that magically turns a two minutes journey into two hours?
The blessed roads with potholes as deep as the Niger?
The 'sharp guys' duping and pickpocketing at Oshodi?
The collosal noises of different trade groups and vehicles?
Or is it the anthill activities of the great Oshodi market?
I miss them all.
What do I not love about my Lagos?
Is it the glittering terrain of Ikeja
Or the fading colour of Iyana Ipaja?
Is it the "Three Wise Men" at Ojota
Or the great Awolowo forever standing at Ikeja?
Is it the clean gutters of Shonibare
Or the mosquito-infested ones of Agege?
Is it the Apapa Wharf
Or the Ikeja Industrial Area?
Is it the jollying hours of the night
Or the weekends at night clubs?
Ajegunle! Mile 2! Ile Epo! and of course Super!
Can you hear me?
I love you all
Even friends and enemies
I terribly miss
For now I know I love them all.
Lagos!
Hearken to the voice of my heart
Reserve my place among your innumerable multitudes
For this lover of yours shall return to you soon;
With my "pali" of course;
And join in the terrible search for jobs
Keep your hands open for an embrace
For soon will you receive me back to your bossom
Lagos I miss you.
Copyright Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2012
THIS REALLY EXPLAINS LAGOS FOR EVERY NIGERIAN.
ReplyDeleteSIMPLE DICTION AND EASY TO UNDERSTAND.
yeah! buh why would i miss lagos
ReplyDeletesearch deeper and you will find.
ReplyDeleteI guess the poet spent huge part of his life in lagos. that's why he calls it home too.