PoliceMen with no Uniforms
In a convoy – cars blaring horns
Bus Drivers in steep competition
Formula-1 drivers in the wrong profession
Where every popular spot was a bus stop,
Pako, Ilepo, Mosholashi, Church
At bus stops, buses never really stopped
They slowed down whilst passengers jumped off
Conductors with their husky voices
Influencing passengers’ choices
Customary slaps donated by agberos,
To conductors- now they are stuck in limbo
Every crowd looked like a mob
Where pick pocketing was a full time job
Zebra crossing lines were mere decorations
We flouted traffic rules and regulations
No “yellow fever” on the scene
This meant all traffic lights were green
There was always a rush, men on a mission
Head on Collisions at various intersections
There were no street signs
So to find a place was definitely divine
Lots of glitches on the roads
Gallops, bumps, ditches we called potholes
It was strange to see streetlights on
If you ever did, it was an illusion
When people ran in the opposite direction
Instantly you’d join in and ask no questions
You could ‘buy rite’ on the pedestrian bridge
‘Shop rite’ in traffic! That was Lasgidi
Smoke everywhere polluting the air
Perfect antidote to any perfume you’d wear
Okada riders sped past like flies
These men had signed pacts with suicide
Agege Motor way was a traffic gridlock
Now driving through’s a breeze; quickest route to the Airport
Oshodi was ‘dark’, it was littered with shacks
Now its serene, its now a green park
Truly Lagos has experienced lots of changes
Street lights, street signs, roads with good drainages
Cabs with ACs, Fashola buses – BRTs
All hail the city called Las-Gidi
BRF we hail thee
