Lagos: A City That Never Sleeps
By Uche Nwanze
This is Lagos, a city that never sleeps. The epicentre of commerce and industry.
A city whose heart beats boisterously and vivaciously.
She opens her doors to all and sundry.
A city where the sun never goes to bed. The Moon a companion to night crawlers.
Merchants sojourn from the East and West to the beautiful gates of the city. Pilgrims make the long journey from the North and South to suck from her succulent breasts of riches.
From Epe to Ikorodu, from Lekki to Badagry she feeds all who thirst with her milk of hospitality.
A city where time stands still as if the World never ends.
A city as busy as a beehive where the Queen Bee is Captain.
Mothers with wares on their heads and children clutched to their bare backs.
A city where no one waits for the other person. Everyone walks with the speed of light while others walk in a snail pace. A city for the Fast and Furious, a lair for the young and restless.
A city that speaks one language, the lingual franca is hustle.
She welcomes all with her beautiful noise.
A city that beckons on all who visits with the peaceful laughter of the Lagoon and entertains with the delectable dance of the Eyo masquerade.
A city with a breath of fresh air, she is Worlds apart from others.
A city with a large heart and has enough morsel to share for every hungry mouth.
A city where you’re not taught to grow up, she grows up on you.
A city that leaps when others run, she flies while other leap.
If you’re a bird and you haven’t been to this city then you haven’t been where all birds gather. Go on a pilgrimage and savour her warm hospitality.
This is Lagos, a city that never sleeps.