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IN LAGOS HOURS

In Lagos Hours

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Gray scalpel, gray slaughterers
Comb sideways of melding cow blood and brine, seriatim,
Stroke gold-yellow kerosene swells, possessive of the streets.
Burdened omnibus stabs the broken motorway,
Retracts to crouch en route for the mischievous hawker-
Belly swollen from hunger

The hovering dust pleats the road
Tar holds sway, smoky rust, like confounded wraiths, possessive of the runway;
Rebukes of spice-caked women foray
The somnambulist warden like ghostly whispers from derelict shores, yet,
Charms that pot-bellied man shaving beard.
Blast, commotion, fire, exhalations on rolling tyre- glory be!

By dawn. Here comes Lagos, plaiting notes of reckless nature with
Palates of the mussel-staunch heart

Lagos, stubborn male upon a broken peace
Night turns homewards, beating the throng’s plaint
‘Bove haunted mercurial night watchers- of trampling women, soul-sour policemen
Of leaking uniforms__

Written by: Oludipe Samuel

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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