The horn blows loudest
In the city of Lagos
Land of opportunities
No one ever sleeps…
The yellow buses, street hawkers
Crowds arrive to take a chance.
The crazy traffic
Shines its beautiful magics
When lines fall in places as planned
Hustlers will hustle
And still make a low profit;
Clocks tick fast in Lagos town.
Tomorrow comes fast
Without even noticing
Yesterday was even dark…
With crazy rush hour
And the motivations fire;
Lagos life has its stories.
Looking back, at the
Beautiful city, often
Some lag while many progress
Some are saved by ticks
That hides all the ages that pass
While plebs yell; “Lagos… na wa!!!”
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
Epic stuff, Lagos na wah… you are a great poet from my Country, please continue to improve.
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Thank you sir
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Beautiful
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The chemist himself! Thanks brotherly. We didn’t see again doing the Yuletide sorry
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