Lagos an epitome of struggle, definitely a nation beneath one. Early morning vibes and hikes of getting into danfo, not even the tricycles battling the road with heavy trucks. The spirit of Lagos is a fountain of fun right from the slum cruising, clubs and lounges are just the least. Still amused with social ethnic mix; a state of no man’s land democratically inhabiting hundreds of languages.
Every soul within the state can define the hustle, yet no barriers in making wealth in the city. The whole fantasy with the very known Eyo festival, massive chants gracing it with their dance, with their custom taboo of sandals, Brother! They can go weird with their staff yet the fun seize not to end.
Ah! Eko a redefined centre of excellence. The streets is filled with so much potentials, Yet not acknowledged. The least thought was discrimination, perhaps it’s just social status. Since the standard of living is arguably below 10%. Education in Lagos seems so cheap yet we have the highest number of educated thugs. The housing system is obviously pathetic except those harbouring economy criminals. Fi le be!
Customarily, we complained about everything yet we fear for a new dawn, being so patriotic to an unmbrella. Even the unborn wants to venture into politics. Discretely, the city is known to be economically elevated but why judge with statistics, Yet families animate in hardship. Alas! The real face of Lagos has been mudded by political propaganda avoiding the wrecked shadow of our city. The city has been judged by its cover, no one understands the language in it content. Still and all, the anthem of struggle not reckoned with thus crave way for the excellence.
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