LAGOS!!!

LAGOS! I never thought to find out its true meaning but I want to believe it’s the Devil’s foot stool. An Alabama city in its own right, every inch of it is laced with unmitigated frustration and a shameless display of the intrinsic wickedness humanity has got to offer.

Lagos has always been known to swallow its victims whole, like a boa it constricts and slowly drains the life force of its prey. Forged by nature’s cunning art, it plays host to “same mad men” who have the needles of their mental meters skipping intermittently between the borderlines of normalcy and grose absurdity, they move and act in a Jekyll and Hyde manner. The city thus prides itself in the richest collection of low lives and raving lunatics.

Not many know why Lagos is darkest at nightfall, I do, it was designed to blanket the eyes to the moral decay that swells in rank at unholy hours, and it overpowers the terrain. In the dark wouldn’t see the hop heads and uncaring junkies on the prowl for a quick fix; It is the darkness that saves you the sight of a congregation consisting vagabonds and half naked whores in their midlife crisis; that darkness hides gigolos who have lost their moral compass and are on a journey to nowhere; pimps who exploit their embattled compatriots; Assassins and bloodthirsty robbers; ritualists and crooked politicians. In the darkness you couldn’t see the blood sucking vampires that fly the night sky seeking the flesh of the Godless.

However, I love Lagos and I respect its resilience. I adore the way it manages its own, it has contained and still contains so much, but has yet remained. Lagos will outlive its troubles, it will see them come and go but will refuse to be destroyed.

Every man must learn to be like Lagos, taking in all the bullshit life brings with it and still finding a will to live. PEACE.