Random Musings: Why is everyone in such a hurry in Las Gidi?

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido Poem-Lagos on my mind, Las Gidi state of mind

“Abegi, commot for road make we pass”, “Hurry, my brother, quick, quick”, “I have to use someone else, you’re wasting my time”, “Abi you no sabi drive?” “Time is running out, let’s go”… a mashup of disjointed, impatient conversations.

The cars trapped in traffic, drivers honking their horns in a jam. And low, behold, as I pay attention, the noise has a hidden symphony, a rhythm of mingled greed, dreams, hopes and despair. There’s the loud wailing and silent sobbing, the raucous laughter of a deal gone through, the jocular slap of an Oga to a good praise singer…. 

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