Poetic License: A Hustler in the city

Not abandoned but alone, a girl wonders on the smoky streets of Lagos The outrage, the traffic and the hustle The chavs, the real and the dupes The peak of surrender Amidst the mists of paranoia Not abandoned but alone, a girl moves on the bustling streets of Lagos The pavilion of dreams, the hopes […]

Not abandoned but alone,
a girl wonders on the smoky streets of Lagos
The outrage, the traffic and the hustle
The chavs, the real and the dupes
The peak of surrender
Amidst the mists of paranoia

Not abandoned but alone,
a girl moves on the bustling streets of Lagos
The pavilion of dreams, the hopes
The epistles of Do’s and Don’ts
Remembering to watch your own back
Two eyes = one back

Every Man for himself.

Not abandoned but alone,
a girl hopes on the rowdy streets of Lagos
For whence cometh her help
From the skies above they say
The high winds and cool breeze
Or the revered scotching sun
that welcomes the great showers

On the bridge over troubled waters
the hazard lights on
caution signs out

Paranoia comforts thyself
Shall they come for me?
At least…
Abandoned but not alone

Surrendering to these streets
Where princes dwell and dwellers go hungry
Where the tarred roads welcome hungry feet
and the red lights harbor sellers

Where one girl’s dreams
wait to be fulfilled
Amidst the hustle and bustle
That is, Lagos Living.