Karimot
Lagos is a whore,
She is home to all and sundry
Even the air she breathe reeks
of congested kisses of different lovers
I heard she never sleeps,
That her door is wide open day and night
Streaming of corporate workers and petty traders
Lagos is a terrible lover,
She screams at you at the oddest hour of the night
Begging you to roll your body into her
You are behind the steer and you dare sleep
She screams at you,
Knocking the tired sense out of you.
Lagos is a deceitful friend,
She wears clothe with price tag
Expensive enough to buy plots of land in her father’s village
while she sleeps in a room not worthy
for a slave in her father’s house
Eko for show
Lagos is home for none,
Abode for all.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 4 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 4 July 2017.