Lagos workers’ life

A Lagos workers’ life;

The buzzing starts at five!

The eyes sleeps and walk,

Everyone meet and talk,

They wake before a rooster crow,

And get home to startle the Owl.

Their necks dangling in ties,

Commuters soaked in miles;

The honks and horns breaks the tide,

The hawkers and peddlers fervently glide;

A rush up the lift or stairs in swift;

To avoid bossy morning rift,

Lips burnt with gallons of coffee,

Surrounded by ladies that tastes like toffee;

The AC bites off the tropical sun,

At every 5 minutes, they uncontrollably yawn.

At every 4 minutes the table phone scowl,

Followed by husky voice with intermittent dusky growl,

Files in hand and some undated scrolls,

They come up with excuses for a deniable no!

Hurriedly instinct summoned every tales of data,

A shield and armor, before a worker gets a sack letter;

So little they do and little undo;

Depending on the take-home bundle;

Again at an outbound round of five,

So start again a Lagos workers’ life.

Gafar Odubote, “Lagos Workers’ Life”, copyright 2020