A one-dimensional montage of the well known city, that will arouse all your senses and take you back in the days. These words and images are so dynamic that you will not only see, feel, smell, hear and touch, but you’ll BE in Lagos.

Lyrics: Anonymous

Photos: Ola O.

Potholes, churchfolk, riding in peugots/
school girls, hawk bread, groudnuts and zobo/
roadblocks, popo/ "oga park there, dont go"/
dude selling petrol, hustle on the lo lo/

blackmarket, cash profit, gas station, long queue
non stop traffic, we call it go slow/
area boys bounce back and forth like yoyos/
armed robbers roll crazy, big guns, '44's/

road side party/
chops under canopy/...
hawkers on the sidewalk.."pure water tutu re e"/
go straight to "mama put", everything kuku dey/
fried rice, poundo, moi moi, and egusi dey/
Rich folks in cars sipping iced champagne/
peep that roadside woman selling fried plantain/

sugar daddies in the night time/looking for the tight dimes/
mean walk, fine face/ big yansh, small waist
uni girls turn into ashewo domitillas/
cult boys turn to robbers,/ all up in your villa

"knock knock", "who's there?"
"My friend, where is your dollars"
give it up quick, or you end up in a coma
evernight i close my eyes, this is what i dream
how it was back in the Green white Green

Walk with me...

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Email Ola at barronhertzog@juno.com