Through Lagos streets, the Keke glides,
A tale of journeys where it rides
With passengers from every walk
In the hustle they share a talk
Bound together as the city strides.
The driver grips the wheel so tight
Navigating through day and night
In every turn, there's a story told
Of dreams and struggles, young and old
In the Keke's hum, a shared delight.
The sun may set, but still they roll,
Across the roads, they play their role,
From dawn to dusk, they weave through lanes,
Linking hearts with no restraints
In the rhythm of their endless stroll.
A Keke Napep a humble friend
In each ride new lives transcend
From market days to busy streets
It carries hopes in every seat
Until the journey's quiet end.
In the buzzing city they remain
Silent heroes in the strain
Though fleeting their tales endure
A symbol of the streets so pure,
In Keke Napep we find our gain.
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