Poem: Lagos is a city of ghosts

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