I must tell you
I am from the village, you know that one?
The one behind the hills
So you must understand my loss when I found myself on Lagos Island.
I thought the constant rustling of feet meant there was a war coming
I was to learn everyone here walks like they are being chased
Then there were the ever jingling bells
'kree' 'kree' 50 naira,50 naira buy your shoes 50 naira
as for the shoes they must have been stolen...who sells shoes 50 naira?
The clothe sellers were even more amazing, they knew everyone's name
One look at you and you will hear 'aunty sewa your size dey' amazing
There were also some people whose sole source of livelihood was to either 'slize' your bag or drag your purse with you... my bag wasn't stolen, it was taken.
The 'taker' looked me in the eye and simply asked for it...in a scary tone.
After loosing the bag I decided to go back to the hills on my way out I found a more interesting site.
A school, law chamber, a restaurant, several apartments, shops and possibly a warehouse were all in the same building. To this I gave a bow.
EKO ILE.
I enjoyed reading of your experience, Olufunke. Thank you so much for sharing. Peace
a nice write.. an imagery filled with 'colours' and 'voices'... even if it describes the bad experience you had at the market.. Thanks for sharing Olufunke, and.. Keep posting WELCOME at P.H.! :) Cheers
Wow.... Fellow Nigerian. I Love this poem....... Incredibly Beautiful. Especially the pidgin English.... You twisted in.
Interesting and enjoyable poem, quite an adventure going by way of Lagos! Seems to be very difficult traveling through these parts! Loved this poem! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love to visit you if I didn't have to go through Lagos