Crazy City Poem by Ikenna Omeje

You're a phenomenon;
A city without rest,
nor silence.
Darkness and light holds no meaning to your activities.
Quietness, will forever remain a stranger to you.

Truck drivers daily live in the world of James Bond.
Conductors, calling passengers into their buses at wee-hours.
Commercial drivers are the most gentle of the three;
They don't make James Bond run,
nor do they shout on top of their voices;
They just want to imitate the Formula 1 drivers on crooked roads, full of pot holes.

"Akara! Akara! "
"Puff Puff! Puff Puff! "
"Sachet water! Sachet water! "
Are the daily shouts of the hawkers.
They daily and nightly occupy the roads with their goods in traffic,
advertising their products with horrific shouts.

" You just hit my car"
" I will show you who I'm today "
"Who do you think you are? "
Are the daily and nightly ugly pleasantries Lagos motorists exchange.

Lagos!
A city where people are free to get mad,
willingly or unwillingly!
What a city?