FELLOW EARTHTRAVELLERS

I live
In my presidential quarters
one of the most demeaning of all
The rooms lying under the roofs of fabled bridges
The bridges of Lagos
all home to me
I and my rejected progeny
singing eulogies and rhapsodies
Who says under the bridge is bad?
Not at all....
not with all the Aladura's chants
you can find under bridges,
what you don't find in beaches.
Bangles cast, practiced feet
worshippers chanting
celebrating new churches
under these bridges
who says under the bridge is bad?
Never!
not with all these touting beings
Under this bridge
there is excitement
they keep me laughing when I'm bored
They give me joy amidst sadness
They provide company when I'm alone
These destitutes, these whores, these imbeciles
Forgive my language
I only praise thee..
What else can I do, my old friends?
Crossing the gutter Nile,
Swimming in the seas of life
Is it our fault that we boast
not of three meals a day?
My friends
Let us content ourselves in other options
another sport for our satisfaction
Food may never come
Cry till tomorrow.
Let us learn to go without food
with each passing meal
we become better
with each day.
The firewood of this world…
stumps form the forest trees
are only fuel for ravaged people
Farmished, tarnished!
no hope for thee
Gasoline stoves, and cooking earthen
only for those who can afford fuel

Fellow earthtravellers
I welcome you as you come…
the bridge is home for all...
My brother from the village
my cousin from the township
my stranded stranger lost but found
welcome to Lagos…
  welcome to this bridge…
The bridge is full of space
no worry, no house rent.
You have no need for air conditioners
the wind…that’s all we need
I've lived here for a   fairy of years
Time is tired of my ugly face
Yet, our society thrives
with newer faces
I welcome you
with my wrinkled hands...
Welcome, our next generation
 of touts and imbeciles...
The bridge is full of amusement
the young sturdy bodies
the young sinful smiles
the night is sweetest time
for devouring those thighs
Unbordered on the hardened floor.
Taking trips
challenging Eros...
The music from the distant shops; luring
A game of Ayo?
Whatever you cherish, the bridge has it all
the bridge is full of lessons too.
it teaches character building
how to be a man
you learn how to  fast
when you can no longer afford food
you also learn to use  your tools
and remain not a fool
This place is nice,
if only you know.
Hurry, do not wait to learn life's tricks
Maneuver your way through this thickset forest
the storms of life know indeed
how to turn dreams to regrets
ambition to dejection...
  Yet, our leaders live in affluence
their offsprings attend the best schools
we, the populace...living in squalor
the only education we bequeath our children
is that of the streets.
fortunately though;
the streets teacheth knowledge
the streets teacheth wisdom
The streets also breed success
Wipe your tears
brother
it's not over yet.