Some live in mansions and castles
The greater number lives in huts and under bridges
While some are in paradise of Victoria Island
Many are struggling for a spot to lay their heads
In the ghettos of Ajegunle and Ikorodu
Any yet, all are in Lagos, and life goes on
Ékó ô ni báje ô – OJOMBO
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She walks like a cat, her soles never touching the ground
Her steps are swift and unconcealed
Beautiful in her prime, food for the eyes
she’s always everyone’s choice
the queen of the yard.
Beya a young lady. A beautiful young lady with the poise of a queen. No wonder the yard boys gave her the title “queen of the yard”. She was always alone, cold like ice cream in a cone. She never smiled not even for a while. Everyone wondered why. Beya never said a line.
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