Las Gidi state of mind
The go – slow; the maddening traffic,
the jarring fast pace,
‘Ojuelegba? ‘Owa, owa’; the yelling and yapping
of crazy Molue and Danfo drivers.
Mama put and isiewu joints,
Amid the stinky smells of oceans and rivers
The fierce, obsessive, relentless race
to outrun giant, gutsy Eko rats
The runs, the hustle, the bustle,
(Eko for show),
Hustlers, hoping to hammer
The Island, high-society; awon big boyz and gals
-Meet Jenifa’s crowd and crew
Caught in the designer madness, the endless chase
Under-the-bridge thugs and day-dreamers,
planning their next strike at the high-rise tricksters;
-the big spenders, the takers, movers and shakers,
moving fast-forward, then lost in reverse.
Rockstar-pastors and their sheeple,
trading big dreams for hard currency,
all in a polluted maze of fleece!
Mainland, Ajegunle – AJ city, Eko Atlantic,
Slum hummers, jungle drummers,
Iyana Ipaja to Ajah, Lekki to Okokomaiko,
I love my Eko o [(♪, ♫)].
The exotic paradise of the combined beat
Shoprite designer rice, side by side with my Agege bread,
Faking it, making it, celebrating the mess and the madness
Mushin-living, Louboutins-wearing, accent-forming,
welcome to our crazy land;
Redeemed by our sacred love for this soulful Island!
Tribe and tongue forgotten under the Island heat,
With love and passion we meet and greet,
screaming with swag from afar:
Bawoni? Kedu? How far?
The only currency accepted here are big, bold dreams.
Las Gidi born, Las Gidi bred,
Together, we dare to follow our dreams,
Finding our unique light in the darkness, UP NEPA!
All united in this crazy prayer and anthem:
Eko oni baje o![(♪, ♫)]
Lagos, always on our minds,
in a Las Gidi state of mind.
(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido 2015 (All rights reserved).
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