HATING LAGOS

Written By 

Uche Jehovah's Son Duru (Enigmatism)

                

I'm beginning to hate lagos as much as i like it.

I hate d traffic.

I hate the noise and air pollution.

I hate the heat.

I hate the epileptic power supply.

I hate the high transport fare.

I hate the touts

Who extort motorists simply trying to make a living.

I hate the fact that i have to see half naked girls on the streets.

live pornography!!!  

I hate the jobless guys,

who wake up very early to argue about football.

I hate the drunk and high drivers

who drive like lifeless zombies

longing to die in an accident.

I hate the smell of weed and cigaretts on the street.

I hate the deafning prayers from religous bigots

who incessantly ask God to kill their enemies.  

Selfie With a Stranger.

Written on April 25, 2015
Uche Jehovah's Son Duru (Enigmatism)







After the aisle 
Walking the stairway of motion ground 
The ground without progression 
Motion ground in a position 
In my mind 
The heat I hated 
The sun's so kind 
I could be fried overheated 
The sun's ain't overrated 
Like miss Cindy is 
While my mind was raging this 
To a figure, not an apparition 
My eyes were allured 
A chocolate bar on hills 
Walking like a model 
Shining like a diamond 
Life's not too short for a selfie 


She from You High with a class? 
She walks with styles of a dance 
Her father's name had better be Lance 
I look at her from my glass 
In front of me from a distance 
From thence, she gave me a glance 
In my mind she dazzled 
Not like a trance 
Smile at the lens 
While the camera takes a snapshot 
A selfie of me with you behind