When it rains
When it rains
It pours
And Giant droplets
Thrashes the skin
As men scamper
Out of sight
When it rains
The scent of Rain and earth
Rich and lush
Fills the earth
When it rains
Commuters are trapped
In leaky roof busses
And bikers scamper for shelter
In least expected places
When it rains
Polythene bags
Morph into shower caps and rain coats
As pedestrians shiver on the run
When it rains
only Cars with good brakes
Drive on high ways
Others take a break
On sidelines
When it rains
It blows
Trees bow to the wind
And sway to the music of the wind
As many a rooftop takes flight
Leaving occupants at the mercy
Of its whips
When it rains
It floods
On streets devoid of drainages
And residents throw in debris
As the flood travels down the street
Taking with it all that it needs
When it rains
It thunders
The elements take their turn
And we are in awe
When it rains
There is an outage
Generators come on
And lamps go up
When it rains
All is at rest
For a moment
Only to begin
The hustle and bustle
The moment it subsides
EKO AKETE
Eko
The domain of Akete
Balanced on the edges of water
An elastic city
Enticing all
Accommodating all
Land of the Eyo
Who has a pocket full of Gold
Where men traverse to seek Gold
Sojourners who attain no wisdom here
Forever remain foolish
Eko akete
land of dreams
Land of opportunity
And In the pursuit of opportunity
Many have pierced themselves with many swords
Eko akete
Land of sky scrappers
Of which rural toddlers songs
Are made of
Land of wisdom
where dreams come alive
where fools attain wisdom
And the wise are swindled
At the thought of opportunity
Eko akete
a land where the pursuit of happiness
Has led many to their graves
And the hunter becomes the hunted
a land of survival
A court room scenario
Where you must fight
Argue and insist
Present your strong reasons
Until you get your desired verdict
Eko Akete
A land where some make
Promises of a better tomorrow
Promises they do not intend to keep
A place where flyovers
Are shelter to many
And children roam the streets
Eko Akete
A land where the sane roam streets
Dressed as the insane
Dressed in expensive rags
A place where costumes are commonplace
Where sexual offences are not out of place
Eko akete
The land that grooms
The land that teaches perseverance
The center of excellence
Where all desire to be excellent
The land that rewards hard work
If you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
Lagos Night life
At sundown
The show begins
The suya spot comes alive
And the aroma of barbecue
Fills the air
As beef and innards
Sizzle beneath glistening coals
At sundown
Everyone is in a hurry
Traders and buyers
Commuters and pedestrians alike
A place where Bus drivers and conductors
Attempt to beat the time
By driving recklessly
At sundown
Bus fares sky rocket
As hungry conductors
Yell at passengers
Who haggle bus fares
At sundown
The blaring of horns
Expresses the displeasure of road users
And street hawkers swing into action
As they swarm into traffic like bees
At sundown
The babes morph
From caterpillars to butterflies
With ombre lips and rosy cheeks
Pancaked faces and padded hips
And fade into the night
At sundown
The hostels are pick- up- points
For ladies waiting for an adventure
And zaddies anticipate
A night of booze and boobs
At sundown
The club comes alive
Beer parlors swing open their doors
To welcome customers
And the night life begins
