Lasgidi
This place I call my home
A concrete jungle where confusion reigns.
A potpourri of beauty and ugliness
Where poverty rubs shoulder with wealth.
Lagisdi
Where you could enter or exit a bus by the window
And where you jump off becomes your stop.
Where the fear of a conductor is the beginning of wisdom.
Lasgidi.
Land of wisdom
Where gutters are bins
Railways are toilets and roads are markets.
Lasgidi
The land of traffic jams
Where the supermarket is a waste of time
You could do your shopping in traffic jams
Lasgidi
A city of rousing successes and palpable failures
Where heroes are born and great men ruined
This poem conjures forward so much, and you really communicate the details of “A potpourri of beauty and ugliness”. I particularly was pulled in by “Where you could enter or exit a bus by the window” and “Land of wisdom
Where gutters are bins
Railways are toilets and roads are markets”
Thanks Caitlin, you have to live in Lagos to really see it. When you visit, we show you only the pretty part.
Thank you for reading.
A place of such contradictions — captured in such a balanced way. “All This” it seems to say, See For Yourself. Appreciate the lack of judgment and artful drawing of this place.
Lagos is an awesomely beautiful terribly ugly City, that makes and ruins people at the same time.
Thank you for reading it.