What type of ointment do we call this?
You were taken to the outskirts then,
Now at the heart of the town,
Maiming the town with obnoxious odour.
Thousands add to you daily,
Thousands bring much more to you,
There are numerous routes to you,
Ojota, Ikosi, Oregun enjoy you,
Welcoming people to Lagos,
Wind disperses the smell,
Your smell evolves at the cool of the day,
Olusosun, enjoying our waste!
Labels: African Writing, Lagos, Nigeria, Place, Poetry, Translation