Dear Lagos, its been long i have set my eyes on you
the city of wealth, a city built with the blood of warriors and the skin of the courageous.
Oh Lagos my Yoruba city, i am yearning to seeing
the magnificiency of Oshodi tarmac, I cant wait to eat the crayfish in Epe,
what about visiting the national theatre and the Tafawa balewa square?
oh ye lagos, thou must favour me when i come visiting.
eko is lagos.
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