Random Musings: Why is everyone in such a hurry in Las Gidi?

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido Poem-Lagos on my mind, Las Gidi state of mind

“Abegi, commot for road make we pass”, “Hurry, my brother, quick, quick”, “I have to use someone else, you’re wasting my time”, “Abi you no sabi drive?” “Time is running out, let’s go”… a mashup of disjointed, impatient conversations.

The cars trapped in traffic, drivers honking their horns in a jam. And low, behold, as I pay attention, the noise has a hidden symphony, a rhythm of mingled greed, dreams, hopes and despair. There’s the loud wailing and silent sobbing, the raucous laughter of a deal gone through, the jocular slap of an Oga to a good praise singer…. 

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#77. Lagos on my mind; Las Gidi state of mind.

Listen to the AUDIO Version of the poem below.

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido Poem-Lagos on my mind, Las Gidi state of mind

 

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

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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

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Aje-butter, aje-pako,

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.

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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,

eternal dreamers

in a Las Gidi state of mind.

(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido 2015 (All rights reserved).

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