And we re in panic to come to Lagos
As if they pick money on the road in Lagos
Counting your eggs before they re hatched.
Thirty years we finally became billionaires
In the city that never sleeps ,
If I were to start again i hope I knew things differently
Wilderness ramblings
And yells of my yellings
journey men groping the darks
Cluelessness and vain dreamy tactics
At loggerheads with ideal homes
Feverish grips that quip ecstatic jells.
Transient in transients.
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