OKADA STORIES: SPEED AND SURVIVAL.

 

Through Lagos streets the okada flies
Dodging traffic beneath the skies
Carrying hopes from dawn till night
Through every jam they find the light
Survival whispered in weary eyes

Ojota to Yaba the engines roar
Lekki to Mushin the riders explore
Rain or shine the hustle stays
Risking it all through winding ways
Lagos keeps calling them back for more

The wind becomes their faithful friend
Every shortcut a means to bend
Faster than time they chase their bread
With countless tales the city has fed
Okada men ride till journeys end

Oh Lagos your stories are paved with speed
Your people ride hard to meet their need
Survival etched in the turning wheel
A restless spirit the streets reveal
Okada stories are Lagos creed.

WHEN THE TRAFFIC BECOMES A CLASSROOM

 

In Lagos the traffic holds the day
Horns and shouts become the play
Children sell books between the cars
Drivers learn patience under the stars
Lessons are taught in a different way.

From Ojuelegba bridge to Lekki lane
The road becomes a place of gain
Vendors preach the gospel of survive
Every minute a struggle to stay alive
Lagos writes wisdom in the pain.

Danfo drivers teach speed and chance
Conductors chant a daily dance
The market woman shows how to bend
The hustler learns how not to end
Lagos speaks in a moving trance.

Oh Lagos your traffic is more than delay
It teaches the poor to find a way
It molds the strong in endless heat
It keeps the city on restless feet
In your jam the future learns to stay.

THE STREET VENDOR’S ANTHEM.

In Lagos mornings, the cries begin
“Pure water!” “Gala!” voices ring
Under the sun or in pouring rain
Vendors sing through struggle and pain
Each shout a song, survival’s hymn.

From Ojota markets to Surulere’s street
Hustle and sweat in the burning heat
Balancing trays with unwavering pride
Children and mothers walking side by side
Lagos moves to the vendor’s beat.

The danfo honks, the bridges shake
Yet vendors push on, make or break
Selling hope with every call
Chasing dreams though pockets small
In Lagos, no effort goes to waste.

Oh, Lagos, your vendors tell the tale
Of courage that thrives where odds prevail
Their anthem rises, bold and true
A chorus of millions breaking through
The heart of Lagos will never fail.

OJUELEGBA DREAMS, ISLAND REALITIES.

In Ojuelegba, dreams are born at dawn
Hustlers rise through the night feels long
Streetlights fade, but hope burns bright
Voices of Lagos chasing the light
Every struggle sings its song.

Ojuelegba’s streets whisper untold pain
Vendors calling in sun and rain
Danfo horns echo survival’s tune
Morning rush collides with afternoon
Lagos teaching grit again and again.

Across the bridge, the Island shines
Towers rising where ambition aligns
Lekki lights and Victoria wealth
Contrasting lives of hustle and stealth
Lagos revealing her tangled lines.

Ojuelegba dreams, Island realities meet
In Lagos, hope and hardship compete
The city of sweat, of glory, of fight
Chasing tomorrow from morning till night
Eko endures restless, yet sweet.

 

DANFO DIARIES: VOICES OF THE YELLOW BUS.

Lagos wakes with the danfo’s roar
Conductors shouting, passengers galore
Coins exchange, tempers flare
Yet laughter and struggle mingle in air
The yellow bus tells tales of more.

From Ojuelegba down to CMS
Danfo moves in chaos and endless stress
Squeezed together, strangers unite
Sharing sweat, stories, and urban fight
In Lagos, the hustle finds no rest.

Third Mainland Bridge hums with wheels
As danfo drivers spin survival’s deals
Rain or shine, the journey goes on
Every horn a chorus, dusk till dawn
Lagos survives on how the danfo feels.

Oh, Lagos, your danfo is more than a ride
It’s the city’s heartbeat, worn with pride
Voices of hustle, echoes of pain
Dreams in motion through sun and rain
Danfo diaries Lagos’ story inside.