A canoe is floating on a Lagos lagoon
A young lad in a face cap
Holds in his fist a fishing net
He looks briefly over at me
Looks away again
We met and parted in that look
The bus drove off
A brief moment of contact
I could almost swear
We understood each other completely
Without words
Though we think us dead,
We live.
Though we think we different
We more similar than we think.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
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:((
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Anonymity and freedom, the beauty of lagos.
You are making me home sick now, :((
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That’s good 🙂
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:-p
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