He left the town a long time ago,
The place he once called home
He had seen it all
The good, the bad and the ugly,
And they left their marks on him

He was among the founding fathers
The men who built this city
Long before I was born
Generations after he reigned supreme

Like is life,
The city with time evolved
Life become too fast
And his fond memories fast fading
The City out-living him.

The Old man and the city
Every now and then he shuttles
Aiming to slow the pace of time
What he saw, we may never know

The people had come of age
But His voice we still hear
Sometimes he crows
Sometimes he croaks
Sometimes he barks
And sometimes he will hiss.

Because we only heard of heroics
And the labours of our heroes past,
The words he speaks are sometimes in parables.
Casting stones here and there,
The old man and the city rebelled

The clocks ticks again and again
Heroes and villain
Kings and criminals
Teachers and thieves
Makes me wonder what we will remember him for !

Baba Iyabo is a phenomenon to reckon with. The good evil genius

olu77:
Baba Iyabo is a phenomenon to reckon with. The good evil genius

Exactly bro. Its all about him