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Our Rhythmic Adventures

On the ever busy streets of Lagos
You either get the gains or bear the loss
Where the cars' horns blows sharp and loud
And not even an insect notices the sound

So last month was the month of June
Nice rhythms were played and we danced to the Tune
Our chameleon selves never changed color
And we acted with wisdom and Valor

Prepared we were for our success journey
Lots of cash we needed but we had few needed
Sometime the N100 we had was our treasure
But strong we were, we endured the pressure

Last night was another mystery of success
Dark in the night the item was homeless
In the cold atmosphere the street was deserted
Rejected? Dejected? or even infested

The Briefcase's reaction was no other like an Ion
With the Darkness it adapted like a Chameleon
With precipitancy we hurried at its direction
Stacks of cash in Dollars! Oh Lord of all nations

Hurriedly, we took home our shocking treasure
In fantasy and excitement, we counted in pleasure
Time's running out, still counting, better we stopped
In happiness we smiled, Eba Igbo must be chopped

And then just after counting with our somber Lantern
Whose brightness stammers with no certain pattern
Up NEPA! Power had just been restored
Vision dazzled! In astoundment,, we relaxed in dejection

After all, the money was all beautiful papers
Product of counterfeiters living in skyscrapers
Alas! we had no gain still, but just the Briefcase
Life's prank adventure with nothing to showcase

Just this evening there came Deronke
The one I love, my one and only Asake
And as I lay, whilst I contemplate
On my table landed her giant big plate

From no where there came the big smile on my face
Could moments be as sweet as this just in all ways
This where we are and how we live
Our dresses also all with a sleeve

Only if all our stories could be sweet
We would have horned out our cars on the streets
Sip a wine and then go to sleep
Laugh all the time and lose memory of the word 'weep'

And then just when the plate landed
A conclusive adventure just ended
Every activity, immediately was suspended
Then, the story still had not just ended

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