IMAGE CREDIT: @dayotwanni
Memories of these streets
Linger like tattoos,
Running deep beneath the skin,
Replicating in paths of blood
Otherwise known as veins.
Memories of the city like drizzling ink
squirted profusely on a wallpaper that displays more
Than just rickety boulevards,
More than queues of buses
Engaged in the traffic Marathon,
More than painted mannequins in motion
Dolled up in the latest craze.
Lagos is the selfie of a mega-paraphernalia
With a soul trapped, lost
In a maze of rotten trysts
Captioned as the bustling civilization.
Sprawling within, is a horde of entrails
From a giant carcass
Oozing persistent perspiration cologne,
Overlapping against one another,
In a race where Misery loves company
And success mocks contemporaries.
Memories of the city tease like teething:
For every dental jewel,
A febrile contest is required.
For every shoulder squeezed,
Every lap stretched,
A new biceps is born.
