LAGOS POTHOLES FEARS

Potholes, the nightmare of every human

If cars could speak, inhuman would be their cry

The Lagos Potholes fears

Like a beer parlour endears people to drinks

The potholes endear cars to the workshop.

Potholes stay fruitful with offspring

The fruits of raindrops turned ugly

Multiply by more vehicular ply

Try a count, a headache mount

                                         

Like a pot in the kitchen to cook your favourite meal

The holes on the roads book your appointment for a mechanic deal

To have your shocks heal'

But with every mechanic visit

Their cry, we feel through the fly of funds

For their repairs from our wallet

Then, with every unfamiliar road passed

The potholes stand tall in our memory

The visit to the mechanic short-lived

But unforgotten by dent in finances

A ten minute drive through Lagos with no potholes

Might be a fear to fight when found out of Lagos

Never a dream

But a reality with plight on location

Earliness, a basis for lateness

Appointments turn' disappointments

Traffic, a drain from productivity

Energy lost in road discomfort

Potholes dodge

The skill to car shocks survival 

With caution, the vehicle surpasses expectation

But like a network,

Reception for more potholes stay the attraction

With lost hours for a handful minutes journey

Lost opportunities come lost money

Impurities to national growth, never funny

The future stays epic but bleak by myopic governance

Expeditiously we are acclaimed the city of excellence

But with resilience on the roads, comes crimed violence

Now, a wake-up call never to fall

But stand tall over the wall

Our growth, never cowed by granted problems

THE END

Words through the mind of Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi