Poetry About Lagos

Morning traffic gathers on Third Mainland Bridge before the sun clears haze. The lagoon holds boats, reflected towers, rain, and working shorelines. Conductors call destinations above engines, horns, bargaining, and song. Markets turn narrow passages into economies of color and quick memory. A generator starts when the power goes, and business continues speaking. Afrobeats leaves one doorway and enters the next moving car.

Conductors call destinations above engines, horns, bargaining, and song. Artists build new language from pressure, humor, history, and speed. Arrival promises opportunity while rent and distance test the promise. Island wealth and mainland labor occupy the same crowded horizon. Rain can remake a street before the meeting has ended. Lagos does not wait to be summarized before becoming something else.

Morning traffic gathers on Third Mainland Bridge before the sun clears haze. A generator starts when the power goes, and business continues speaking. Afrobeats leaves one doorway and enters the next moving car. Island wealth and mainland labor occupy the same crowded horizon. At night, lights scatter across water that remembers older settlements. Lagos does not wait to be summarized before becoming something else.