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.