BLACK LAGOS

BLACK LAGOS

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Death comes calling in my city,
With an absurd dedication to duty,
Hitching rides on tankers of sorrow,
Or in containers of grief,
And if the roads get completely blocked,
By the many prayers and hadiths,
From a billion mosques and churches,
It doesn’t give up that easy,
The reaper, determined as ever,
Simply uses a bridge to enter,
Otedola or Ojuelegba.
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