Lagos is a city of ghosts
Once a friend packed his bags
Called & said he was
Travelling
The mother said her son
Had always been
By her side
Then i saw him lay outside
In the shame of
A tomb
Years later i met him
Driving a BRT
In Lagos
He saw me & faded
Into the mirage
Ahead
Watch who you sit
Next to in
Taxis
It might be ghosts
Smiling at
You
All dead men go to Lagos
-Micheal Ace