Was here 3 years ago,
but only a night in a hotel
with no visit elsewhere
in the city on the Atlantic
This time around we say
that Lagos can be summed
up in three words:
noisy, crowded and dirty
You might want to hear
“chaotic” or “crazy” and
that might be true if I
really knew what I was
talking about regarding
how life is lived here
But I am a visitor with
minimal exposure to
the daily lives of the
city’s inhabitants
I will say that life looks
very, very difficult
and that I am certain that
years are taken from your
life span with the more
years you live in Lagos
Over there, a ram sheep
stuffed in the hatchback
trunk of a 4-door car,
to be eaten later
A boy washes dishes in
the wastewater gutter
running by the road where
food stands sell lunch
A landfill in the distance
has homes built in it
from the waste of someone
else’s unneeded things
Okada–2 stroke
motorcycle taxis are like army
ants weaving in and out
of the traffic that never moves
Sweat is running down
my shins to my ankles
and onto my flip flops
making a slippery pad for
my feet that are hot too
Where do the people come
from each morning
Where are they going right
now and later today when
the sun goes down
Q-tips, belts, watches
Coke and all else comes
to your taxi window
if you’d like to buy
How much does a street
hawker make in a day
taxi driver says about
2000 Naira on a good day
which is about 15 bucks
Okada make about the same
but baba taxi driver wouldn’t
tell me how much he brings
in on an average day
Exhaust makes the air
take on a grey and sort
of yellow color and burns
my throat and eyes a bit
Police stopping cars
to check ID or maybe
to extort some money
to put in his pocket
15 million people
some say 18 million
human beings call
Lagos their home
I am grateful I don’t
live here, and so is
my colleague who cannot
wait to get back to his
home in Benin City
Lagos stresses him out
and he comes here only
for work, otherwise
maybe once a year, he says
No place on the planet
that I’ve seen is like this
place, and I think that
that is a good thing
The world only needs one
Lagos, where life is moving
fast and in seemingly unworkable
order except that things do get
done though perhaps much
slower and in a more challenging
manner than I can imagine
Lagos, Nigeria, West Africa
a geographic place where
millions of black Africans
were stolen and taken to
America to be slaves
That’s another thought I
had while in the taxi today
knowing that “Lagos” now
is not the place of then
but both disturb me deeply
and make me sad
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