A poem about this bustling city in Lagos.
I must tell you I am from the village, you know? That one behind the hills.
So you must understand my loss when I found myself on Lagos Island.
I thought the constant rustling of feet meant there was a war coming so we should run, I learnt later that everyone here walks like they are being chased.
Then there were the ever jingling bells “kree kree, 50 naira 50 naira buy your Christmas shoe 50 naira”,as for the shoes they must have been stolen,who sells shoe 50 naira?
The clothe sellers however were more interesting,they knew everyone’s name. One look at you and you will hear “aunty Biliki this one na your size ooo”.Amazing you see.
There were also some people whose sole source of livelihood was to either slize your bag or drag your purse with you…my bag wasn’t stolen though, it was taken, for the thief looked me straight in the eye and simply snatched it away.
After loosing the bag I decided to go back to the mountain side but on my way out I found something.
A school, a law chamber,a restaurant, several apartments, several shops and probably a warehouse were all in the same building. To this I gave a bow.
Eko ile
