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