Under Lagos sun, sweat on my brow,
I hustle and greet, “Good morning o!”
No AC coolin’, just the breeze that blows,
But a smile for each face, that’s how it goes
Mama blessing me with her morning call,
“Pick up the basket, there’s work for us all.”
Yams and tomatoes, piled high and strong,
Helping hands carry the blessings along.
Through the market I weave, greetings in flight,
“Iya Nike! How your business tonight?”
A handshake, a joke, a shared cup of tea,
Community thrives, for you and for me.
The call to prayer rings, a moment of peace,
Body may tire, but the spirit finds release.
Serving with purpose, a gift I impart,
Building each other, that’s the beauty at heart
As the sun dips low, and Lagos turns gold,
A sense of fulfillment, a story untold.
The beauty of service, in every endeavor,
Weaving together, a life getting better.
