Lagos Poem by Ogunseyi ifeoluwapo

Many have fallen here
In these streets;
Warehouse of wealth,
Battlefield of daily bread,
Pedophile of juvenile dreams,
And cannibal of fulfilled dreams.

Last year, Layo left for Lagos
Her happiness was brand new
When she said goodbye
My emotion was stale and vile
I knew I'd lose love and Layo
To this city she shares its sentiments

A month later, she called,
Sadly something seemed
To have experienced death
Or death seemed to have experienced
Layo's ever present glee
Contagious as a viral outbreak

COVID of the soul
Is the stiff air of Lagos
asphyxiating aspirations
Till they surrender to frustration
Which is also doorway to depression
This too is why Lagosians are mad