You get angry, exhausted and angry again
Angry that you own a car
Angry that you drive a car
Angry that you are driven in a car
Because the traffic just won't move
So you look at the
pedestrian with envy
Yes, that same pedestrian
The one you look down on always
Has suddenly been crowned the king
Some days like today in Lagos
The pedestrian is king on the road
Yes, that same pedestrian
The one you look down on always
Has suddenly been crowned the king
Some days like today in Lagos
The pedestrian is king on the road
Yet some days like today
in Lagos
Even the pedestrian dreads this day
The pedestrian dreads the rain and muddy puddles
Nay the muddy puddles but the drivers
Who run over the puddles with abandon
And paint the pedestrian with dirt
Even the pedestrian dreads this day
The pedestrian dreads the rain and muddy puddles
Nay the muddy puddles but the drivers
Who run over the puddles with abandon
And paint the pedestrian with dirt
So the pedestrian is no king after all
On some days like today in Lagos
Maybe I am the king after all
As I watch the confusion from my hotel room
The confusion on Lagos road dehumanises
They struggle, they shout and they scream
Some days like today in
Lagos
You stay and watch and
wonderSame way we watch and laugh and wonder
Wonder at the confusion in the parliament.
Yea! Some days are like today in Lagos
Oh what a day it is to be in Lagos
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