This is a poem that talks about the ever busy state called Lagos.
Lagos, my city
The crumble of whatever remains Nigeria
The bridges of different stories
Where people walk to seek fortune
First timer needn’t be too dull
Or too smart
Either is invitation to trouble
In the city where modesty is forbidden
Just do as they do
To get your share of fortune
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