I awake every morning
To the sound of the Bike men(okada riders).
Riding along my crib
Men and Women already awake
Ready to hit the street.
There goes the Children
Uniforms so different
Day and boarding Students
Right behind my crescent.
The shops already opening
Time to do some shopping
A loaf of bread and coffee
with creamy chocolate toffee.
There goes the little lad, Gabriel,
Good morning ma, He shouted
In my “not so serene”but cool neighbourhood.
©OBA
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My uplifting take on Life! Please look at more helpful articles on the Resource Articles tab!
My thoughts as I journey through this thing called life.
Life is make believe, fantasy given form
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Life in progress
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Poetry and Other Music
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Good you accompany it with images, so we can see how it really is.
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Thank you ❤ .
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Babe, you just took me home to Lasgidi. Sometimes, I miss that hustle and bustle. You did good. I am not being biased 😉
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Thanks Sis, I appreciate this coming from you. ❤ <3. Congratulations once again Sis.
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You are most welcome and thank you for making me nostalgic 😉
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I can relate to your neighbourhood…it’s not so different from mine. I know how it can get crazy sometimes!
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Yes it can be really crazysometimes,Nyonglema. 🙂
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almost like being there in person… I think you nailed it. I haven’t even started 🙂 I love the photos, they really do bring life to your words
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Thanks Gradmama. 🙂
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I enjoy your work
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Thanks so much.
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that picture in the market is especially good…tells the story I love the composition of this photo, the colorful foods and attractive people.
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Thanks so much.I appreciate that you liked it. 🙂
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photos add so much to any written work I think
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I really enjoyed this glimpse into your neighborhood (and loved the photos thrown in to mix text with image — nice touch!).
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Yayy! *dancing* Thanks Ben Huberman. Coming from you thats like an A+. Laughing out loud.:) 🙂 🙂
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Your poem was tasty! I couldn’t think of a better adjective than that! It made me want to visit, to taste all the things you mentioned, and to breathe that air. Where is it? Or is it to be a mystery to us?
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It is in Lagos, Nigeria. My beautiful Lagos,and you are welcome to visit as well. 🙂 🙂
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