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.

LAGOS: THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS.

Lagos, where dawn begins before the cock crows
Horns and voices rise as the lagoon flows
Dreams chase kobo through bustling streets
Ambition and sweat in every heartbeat
A restless rhythm the whole city knows.

 

Lagos, the danfo shouts fill the air
Oshodi to Ojuelegba, hustlers everywhere
From sunrise till night, the markets roar
Each vendor’s cry is a hope for more
Survival and passion weave a daring flair.

 

Lagos, her bridges stretch wide and long
Third Mainland hums with a hustler’s song
Island towers and mainland pain
Every drop of sweat is someone’s gain
Her spirit unbroken, unyielding, strong.

 

Lagos, the city that never finds rest
Her people keep pushing, giving their best
Night becomes day, day turns to night
Still the hustle burns fierce and bright
In Lagos, the sleepless heart beats blessed.

FROM TINUBU SQUARE TO FREEDOM PATH.

From Tinubu Square the journey starts
Through Lagos streets with beating hearts
The pulse of life in every lane
Where dreams and struggles intertwine and reign
In every step the city's art.

The sounds of vendors fill the air
While stories echo everywhere
From bustling markets to silent nights
Each corner holds both wrongs and rights
A city learning how to care.

Through Idumota's crowded space
Past Freedom Park with its tranquil grace
Where history whispers in the breeze
And echoes of old freedoms tease
A path of change we now embrace.

From Tinubu Square the road expands
With hope alive in eager hands
The traffic hums with stories bold
As futures forge from tales of old
In Lagos hearts begin to stand.

At Freedom Path the end is near
Yet still the future draws us here
Where liberty and strength collide
In Lagos’s soul we all reside
Together we rise without fear.

THE ISLAND’S GOLDEN HOUR.

The sun dips low beyond the sea
Its glow dances on the waves set free
The horizon paints a fiery hue
As day and night in silence coo
In golden light the world we see.

A soft breeze whispers through the trees
Caressing the island with gentle ease
The air thick with the scent of salt
As shadows stretch without a halt
The moment feels like ancient pleas.

The waters shimmer with each glance
A tranquil spell in every chance
The sky is wrapped in amber bands
As beauty spreads across the lands
The island breathes in sweet romance.

The golden hour takes its place
In timeless calm and quiet grace
As nature sighs and birds take flight
Leaving behind the fading light
A perfect end to endless space.
In this stillness hearts are bound
Where peace and joy are softly found
The island hums a lullaby
As stars prepare to fill the sky
And all is still without a sound.

KEKE NAPEP TALES.

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.

THE EYO MASQUERADE’S DANCE.

In the heart of Lagos the drums resound
As Eyo Masquerades move on sacred ground
With feathers high and robes so bright
They twirl beneath the golden light
A dance of grace both fierce and sound.

Their masks conceal a world untold
Ancient tales in silence unfold
Each step a story rich and deep
As onlookers pause and dare not speak
To witness history’s vibrant hold.

With every sway and every turn
The city's soul begins to burn
A blend of culture old and new
In colors bold and spirits true
The Eyo's flame forever will yearn.

The streets alive with every beat
As feet meet earth in rhythmic greet
A dance of pride, a dance of kings
Where joy in every movement springs
A heritage that's rich and sweet.

The Eyo’s dance, a living art,
A heartbeat echoing through the heart,
And when the festival fades away,
Its spirit lingers, here to stay,
A timeless rhythm that won't depart.

FACES OF CMS BUS STOP

The dawn breaks softly over bustling streets
CMS awakens where Lagos meets
Faces converge like rivers to the sea
Each bearing stories of dreams set free
A mosaic of lives where energy beats

Hawkers call out with goods in their hands
Selling treasures from far-off lands
A painter captures the chaos and glow
While the crowd moves in a rhythmic flow
The bus stop hums with shifting sands

Danfo buses screech and groan in haste
Their bright yellow coats a city embraced
Passengers jostle for a fleeting seat
Where sweat and laughter in harmony meet
CMS thrives in its hurried pace

Children weave through with playful delight
Their bare feet tracing paths of light
Street preachers shout with fervent grace
Their voices rising in this sacred space
The bus stop holds both day and night

CMS stands as Lagos timeless core
A place where cultures collide and soar
Faces etched with struggle and pride
Carry the city’s spirit deep inside
An endless tale on Lagos living shore

LAGOS LAGOON SERENADE.

The Lagoon whispers beneath the softening sky
Its waters cradle dreams as boats drift by
Fishermen's nets glisten with hopes untold
Their voices rise strong with stories of old
A serenade of life where rhythms never die.

The markets nearby hum with vibrant tunes
A symphony of colors beneath the noon
Artisans and traders weave the city’s tale
Each transaction a heartbeat steady and hale
Life flows like the tide beneath the glowing moon.

Canoes glide gently through reflections deep
While the city's pulse refuses to sleep
Laughter and music echo from every shore
Where history and future collide once more
The Lagoon holds secrets its waters keep.

At dusk the skyline ignites with fiery hues
A kaleidoscope of hope in shifting views
Children dance on the banks with carefree grace
Their joy a beacon in this bustling space
The city exudes a spirit it never will lose.

Lagos Lagoon sings of culture and might
Its waters eternal its soul alight
Here life is a song in a tireless refrain
A melody of triumph over joy and pain
A serenade to the heart of Lagos night.

AJAH'S DISTANT PROMISE.

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

SURULERE: A PLACE OF SWEETNESS.

In Surulere where the streets hum with life

The air is thick with the scent of amala and spice.
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.

LAGOS CITY OF DREAMS.

Every day we wakeup
With so much expectations
Of what to expect from the day
At sound of the cock crow
The clocks starts ticking a new day.

Is born giving us a gift
To live again to chase our dream
In the city of dreams
Where dreams are concieve and birthed
Every seconds every hour here in
The city of dreams.

From the bustling horn
Of the vechles to the chanting
Of passers by with a beautiful
Scene from the city from
The city of dreams.

Where the brian never sleeps
Working from dust to dawn
Not deferring for an hour
We walk the field of work here in
The city of dreams.

Our heart has been preoccupied
With the dreams in our heart
We kept at it come hell hot water
Even in the coldness of deadness of the night
We never faulter we never give up.

FROM THE SPIRIT OF LAGOS HUSTLERS.

From the heart of Lagos they arise
With dreams that stretch across the skies
Their hands are busy, minds are set
Chasing the future without regret
In every corner hope defies.

The streets are paved with sweat and grace
As ambition fuels the frantic pace
They hustle hard through night and day
In every challenge they find a way
Each step a story in this place.

From Oshodi to the Island's side
The spirit of Lagos won’t subside
With strength they rise through every test
In unity they give their best
A city where no dream can hide.

Through the noise and the crowded lanes
Their courage flows like endless rains
They build, they fight, they make their way
In the hustle of life, they proudly stay
Their will unbroken through the chains.

From the spirit of Lagos they stand tall
Resilient, strong, they answer the call
In every struggle they find their might
With grit and passion they light the night
In Lagos, no dream is too small.

THE YELLOW BUSES WENT OFFLINE TODAY

Woke up one Monday morning
No sign of yellow buses
It is quite unusual everyone kept wondering
What would have happened?
And led to such an act
 
People walked, trekked and got stranded
As some go on to lament
On the state of the nation
Getting worse by the day
The yellow buses went offline
 
All in protest against
Unlawful extortion by various
Task Force Agency
Calling it enough is enough action
It is time to speak up against injustice
 
In their own words
They are so sick and tired
They need a road map
Of where they will go from here
As things won't continue to go this way
 
No one is ready to come to their rescue
The government isn’t helping the matter at all
As they see it as a normal thing
So is better they continue to live with it
The yellow buses went offline
 
They need to be heard
Their views on this bad act
Of extorting them without pity and consideration
All in the name of nothing to account for such an act
The yellow buses went offline all because of injustice meant to them.

LAGOS: A MEGA OR MIGA CITY

Upon the oath of getting into office
He blasted the whole city
With a chant of handling over
To Lagosian of a mega city
That Lagos is for all of Lagosian
 
Many years have come and gone
Did he really deliver the that mandate
Of making Lagos a commercial hub
Of a great mega city he profess from day one
Or is this sentence transforming
 
Lagos to a mega city
Only effected on certain areas of the city
Called Lagos is it only restricted
To city of power of the state
The government house and office environs
Then the highbrow centers in the city of Lagos
 
What about the mainland
Like okoko, Makoko Igando, Ijedodo
Ajegunle, Ijabandi, Mafoluku, Ishuti, Apapa-Tican
Lasu Iyanoba, Jakande gate roads to mention a few
How far our dear governor has gone
 
Or do you transform Lagos
On the merit of those who live
In a particular city in Lagos
In given them good road, light and the rest
Is Lagos really a mega city or miga city
 
How far the state of insecurity
Of Lagos that has collect several awards of insecurity
Nothing is secure yet your cruse around
With security personnel all in the name
Of protocol officer yet you claim the state is safe
 
How far with small scale business owners
Are taxing from your government
Not making them encounter on daily basis
The struggle to stay afloat while they run
Their business on daily basis
 
Yet you called it a mega city
How far good road network
How far security to the Lagosian
How far steady power supply
How traffic and waste management
 
To this end search yourself
Project awarded was done
On favouring a godfather
Who lives within the environment
Of where such a project was done
 
What of the other cities in the state
Where no godfather is living
What of the common man there
Who wail about the state of that cities
Just because no past government official
 
Occupies that particular area
Soon your tenure will be over
Will you say you've delivered your mandate
Of handling out to Lagosian
Of a mega city you promise
Lagos a mega city or miga city?
 

STREETS OF LAGOS

From the busyness of the roads
To the calmness at night
When the heart returns to bed
And the body is rested from the day’s work
Street of Lagos

The hustlers are hustling
Either for better life or more better off life
In search of comfort and luxuries
In the pursuit of happiness and joy
Street of Lagos

Everyone is here and there
Running here and there
The street of Lagos
Is so busy in her loudness
The lousiness of city knows no boundary

The light that brings back dawn
Even during the dusk of the night
The day is so captivating in the aurora
Of the beautification of the landscape
Transcending every human imagination

What a beautiful state
Little wonder she was named
The center of excellence
Of a truth excellence is seen in all corners of Lagos
Street of Lagos

The abode of every tribe in Nigeria a no man’s lands
Located in the west of this great nation
The giant of Africa built on the Africa soil
Rich in culture and civilization
Street of Lagos

The horns from the car
The chant from those selling the wears
The street here and there wearing that looks
The street of Lagos is so designed to beautify everything
Street of Lagos

NIGHT FALLS IN LAGOS

The lights that lights our path
As the street pave way for new look at night
The night falls comes with so much
On the streets of Lagos
The city of so much many to offer

From the hustle and busyness of the day
Transcending to the night crawlers
Those who wake up from the dusk
To keep pace of life on the street
Night falls in Lagos

Some start hustling from the dawn of the morning
While some sleep all through the day
Waiting for the dusk to set in at evening time
Then the night falls comes but the brain
Never falls asleep but awake

Take a long walk out in the evening
On the street of Lagos not leaving a stone untouched
Venture as far as your tired body can carry you
From the street to the highways
Night falls in Lagos

From the one selling off his / her wears
To the one who seat in front of his house
With kids and wife taking a cool gentle evening fresh air
As the kids gather around enjoying the presence of their father
Night falls in Lagos

At the other corner
I saw a father helping out his toddler daughter
On the assignment given by her educator at school
Just there in front of his wife shop with light from the generator
Nights fall in Lagos

Then the high way
There the dawn just broke in the midst of dusk
The brain just beginning in the dusk
The heart races for a better life
Night falls in the Lagos