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Updated on April 10, 2016


In Lagos life flows

Like Atlantic Ocean

Its neighbor and its inhabitants

Move with the lightness

And buoyancy of a

Flock of plumy birds.

The city is animated

With never-ceasing

Energy and bustle.

When the fine fashionable

Lagosians get together,

They’re so surrounded

By elegance and gaiety

So well provided with

All that can please and

Entertain they’re in

No hurry to separate.

The eyes of Lagosians

Alert always are

Like men who’ve

Lived too long with

Danger to be ever

Quite careless.

They seem to have

No past or future

But live utterly

In the present.

To convince Lagosians

To move out of Lagos

Is like trying to convince

The President to move

Out of Aso Rock.

Lagos is a working

Man’s town

People drawn by

Glaring tales of

Its diversity and

Endless opportunities.

But squalor and splendor

Are in such embrace

As no other place

I know.


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      Verlie Burroughs 6 years ago from Canada

      This is an interesting poem tonymodu "Lived too long with danger to be... careless". There is an underlying current. So much said between the lines. Nicely done. Regards, snakeslane