Beyond the bridge where the tides softly churn
Ajah whispers dreams that glimmer and burn
A place where streets weave tales of the day
And morning light dances on the Lagoon's bay
Hope breathes steady as the city learns
Bazaars hum alive with colors so bold
Artisans craft treasures both new and old
The rhythm of hammers shapes futures bright
While carpenters' hands bring visions to life
In every corner resilience unfolds
Keke Napep glide through bustling lanes
Carrying the stories of joys and pains
Electricians string lines that spark and glow
Binding homes where countless families grow
Building a promise that forever remains
Children chase kites under skies of gold
Their laughter a warmth no riches can hold
As the sun dips low behind distant trees
The air hums sweet with the scent of the breeze
Dreams take root in soil both rich and bold
Ajah a horizon of endless ascent
Where life flows strong and each moment is spent
On a tapestry woven with culture and care
A promise of futures where all can share
A place where Lagos's vibrant heart is lent
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