My conception had I drilled so deep
With believes in all as tales
Folks or fairy I never bordered
As Lagos to me was herself a wonder
A call to serve was I to answer
A visit to this city I had for certain
No place like home my mind had pictured
But with rhetorics it seeks to answer
As I sojourn to the unknown
A place far away from home
Survival became key
As I all needed I packed so keen
Tales had said it
Lagos isn't Ibadan
Ibadan though the ancient city remained ancient
With darkness all hovering beyond
The oldest in the West
Yet with little or nothing to speak of a West
All these were my guesses
As I could curtain no more fears
Fears of what was to come
As I sojourn to this great beyond
Optimism did I seek
But extinct was the picture before me
Whatever it is I see
Or choose I as I seek
Truth for one is the sojourn before me
As the ancient city was I to visit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem