Dreary dawn..the cockerel yawns
To tired i guess to beckon in the new morn
My head is pounding
The beats of the previous night not yet to be forgotten
Its 4am the day has begun
Head first i dive into my world
Alaye double your hustle
The unwritten code of the streets...
6am...
Yaba!...Yaba!...WASU!...under bridge Yaba!...
The streets of lagos begin to bubble and brim
This is when i feel most alive...
The smiles on the faces that seem come from within
Ekaro ma!...ekaro sir!...ekuje meta!...mummy nko!?
Our greetings carried across the air lets the world know we are here...
We are a living breathing masterpiece...each soul a sttoke of captivating colour
Each moment a brand new, evergreen scene
I smile to myself...we are the erstwhile heroes of our everyday comedy...
From the island to the mainland
The bus interior draped in semi-darkness...
I gaze as the brilliant orange of the sun dances on the lazy waves of the ocean...
The bridges an ominous reminder
We are all connected...
My mind takes it all in...as mornin turns to afternoon
And night falls again...
Lagos!..a city that never sleeps!
The bright lights and razza-mattaz!
The pomp and pagentry!
But alas my night is quite serene
In the arms of my beloved...
Her smile says it all
I can see the Lagos in her...
the fire...the resilience...the variety...the love of life
Our love like the bridges...an indomitable connection which has stood the test of time...
As my eyes become heavy..my world plunged into darkness
I reminisce on my day...my city..my life
I see it..I see it all through the eyes of a painter
Every moment colourful, unique...and then nothingness...
Until the cockerel's call beckons me...to live in true colour again!