Under the Tropical sun, strung <br />Rumbling like the sea on which she sits <br />A tornado ride in an amusement park <br />- exciting, enthralling, endangering. <br /> <br />Tinubu Square <br />cage of medley mammals <br />Cars honking <br />Pedestrians cursing <br />Hawkers, their wares, hawking <br />Customer! Customer! <br />They attack <br />like hawks sighting a prey <br />Made in England! <br />Made in America! <br />Made in Japan! <br />Made in China! <br />The farther, the better. <br /> <br />Hustlers, pick pockets <br />Naira, Dollars changing hands <br />faster than a Japanese sonic train. <br />Ashiri a bo! <br />Ashiri a bo! <br />Beggars belch on Carter Bridge <br />Mosques blaring prayers <br />Waves of discordant noises <br />swaying, coaxing. <br /> <br />Serene and sizzling <br />like a rebirthing snake <br />under the evening sun, she naps <br />Seducer of Portuguese slavers <br />Idumota Lagoon <br />transporting King Sunny Ade and his African Beats <br />through iron-barred windows and quadruple-locked doors <br />Dubbed melodies serenade the night <br />Ole! Ole! Ole! <br />Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Papa pa! <br />Robbers and cops battling for the night street <br />like old American cowboy movies. <br /> <br />A synthetic jungle under the frying sun <br />dozing but never asleep <br />My Lagos. <br /><br />Birgitta Heikka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lagos/
