In Surulere where the streets hum with life
Children chase dreams on dusty playgrounds
Their laughter mingling with the vendor's calls
As the sun dips low painting the skies gold.
From the echo of drums in the evening breeze
To the rhythm of footsteps on bustling roads
Here artisans shape beauty with hands of grace
Tailors stitch the stories of a thousand threads
And the market sings of commerce and hope.
Electric lines crisscross like veins of the city
Carrying the pulse of homes alive with chatter
Keke Napep zooms past murals of bold colors
While a street hawker's melody weaves through
Binding all to the heartbeat of the neighborhood.
Night falls and Surulere wears a cloak of stars
Neon lights glimmer drawing life to its core
Food joints bloom serving plates of joy
And lovers stroll beneath the streetlamp's glow
Their whispers soft as the Lagos night air.
In Surulere every corner tells a tale of love
Of resilience etched in concrete and soul
A place where dreams sprout in vibrant hues
And sweetness lingers in its every breath
Surulere forever a mosaic of Lagos' heart.
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