As i journey down the lagos highway time and again,
In the same worn bus with familiar passengers.
The breeze greets me like an old friend,
Carrying whispers of dust, diesel and cries of highway hustlers.
As we drove past the chaos,
Engines hums and fades like the Doppler effect,
And Chi farms rises far away.
Ajanla village, peaceful, still but dry,
The place I've called home these past six months
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC