HATING LAGOS

Written By 

Uche Jehovah's Son Duru (Enigmatism)

                

I'm beginning to hate lagos as much as i like it.

I hate d traffic.

I hate the noise and air pollution.

I hate the heat.

I hate the epileptic power supply.

I hate the high transport fare.

I hate the touts

Who extort motorists simply trying to make a living.

I hate the fact that i have to see half naked girls on the streets.

live pornography!!!  

I hate the jobless guys,

who wake up very early to argue about football.

I hate the drunk and high drivers

who drive like lifeless zombies

longing to die in an accident.

I hate the smell of weed and cigaretts on the street.

I hate the deafning prayers from religous bigots

who incessantly ask God to kill their enemies.  

I hate the sound of generators;

that prevents you from having a good night sleep.

I hate the insecure nights,

You just have to be home before twilight.

I hate the dirty environment,

the gutters littered with nylon and cans.

I hate the stagnant gutters,

breeding swans of mosquitoes buzzing all around you

Pretty annoying!

I hate the greedy landlords,

With exorbitant rents,

and with speaker-like voices

scaring heaven and hell out of their tenants.

I hate to see the poor young girls

with a baby clinging on their back

begging kind-hearted passers-by for their next meal.

I hate to see the young guys sitting in front of their house in the morning

waiting for a particular girl in the street to pass by so they can get her number.

I hate to hear the senseless guys boast about their sexual escapades,

A monumental achievement unheard of since the founding of the world.

I hate the guys with 10 girlfriends.

Acting like greedy capitalist.

I hate the men who drink dry Gin.

Drooling their words and acting like craze.

All stinking and looking pale.

I hate the maniac drivers.

Who press the horn incessantly.

Like its a toy for adults.

I hate the nasty motorcyclist.

Who try to outrun me, and outrun you, and outrun the wind.

Rushing madly to their graves.

I hate to see the accidents on the highways.

Poor victims of the ruthless machine.

I hate the boys who sit behind the computer screen.

All day long in the cyber-cafe.

Who make more money.

Than those who work round the clock.

I hate the rams who fight.

Just to satisfy man's insatiable desire for violence.

I hate the young girls.

Who compete to get pregnant.

A passport to marriage?

I hate the fact that there are more religious houses than workplaces.

I hate the mosquitoes causing malaria.

Makes me wanna question Noah for allowing them into the ark.

I hate the "big boys."

Who have their "waist" on their buttocks.

Looking like free convicts.

I hate the full-time housewives

Who make a fad of every situation

Wish there is an award for gossiping.

I hate those houses like penitentiary 

Walls high as babel's tower.  

Enigmatism

Author : Uchenna Duru

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