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.
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