It is in earth’s wide yawn,
welcoming steamy breath brushing
Fast on my face with it’s lifted tongue as the rising of the sun.
It is in the Melody of greetings,
Crying babies, prayer call from a mosque.
Cloth mending Mallams, shoe polishing Abokis, hawkers and traders.
It is in undirected fight scenes,
Laughter, tears, struggle, healing,
Lagos! It is in Lagos i find passion to keep moving forward.