Lagos.
Home to my heart and my body,the busy streets of the metropolis on workdays was always nostalgic.I would follow my mom to the market,our hands clutched tight holding one another i would rub my messy nose with my other hand wiping my tears as well.My mom would joke about leaving me behind setting me off on a wailing marathon.How i miss those days;the smell of the atmosphere when the rain and the street dusts fought leaving the streets all mushy.
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