Do you know that Lucifer is a Lagosian?
When the celestial battle was won and lost
he was tossed down right in the middle of the Third Mainland Bridge.
Licking his wounds from Archangel Michael’s sword
he surveyed the landscape and the gullible earthlings.
What beautifully evil inclinations must have made him smile?
‘I will set up shop here.’
He kept his word.
Remember the beer-bellied landlord who tossed you out
because he woke up one morning possessed by the spirit of renovation?
The doe-eyed girl
who separated you from your first salary
with honeyed lips, succulent thighs and pantieless hips at Silverbird Galleria?
Recollect that sharp-suited chap who made your wallet invisible
as you alighted from Fashola’s bus?
There was that sinful speaker of holy words who mouthed
the gospel of cash and sent his congregation to poverty’s paradise.
What of the cop who ‘copped out’ a hapless driver for fifty bucks
and called it ‘accidental discharge’?
Lucifer lives in Lagos.
May 222011


Wow…I loved this!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOOL…I couldn’t agree more
you have said it all…me like this
Strange and often bad things usually happen in big cities for sure.
the poem is very catchy, however you shouldn’t have finished where you did. I enjoyed it and thought you should have put in more. Nice one.
Hehehehe! You’re so right. You forgot the ‘Agberos’ too.
Five stars…
LMAO. true talk though i think he shuttles between Lagos and the US
lol…nice one!
Henry,
You obviously got tired of the poem towards the end or, better put, the luciferous disposition of Lagos and her bad bloods suddenly overwhelmed you! Good, really, just good. It’s nice to see you try something other than the traditional short story I know you for.
Banky
Na u sabi
So you truly saw lucifer.lol
Lovely piece
No wonder Lagos frightens me!hehe