To be born and raised, to remember and relive the sights and sounds, plus grey skies and dusty air. Then to inhale the sense and exhale the stupidity, to be reminded of why and when, plus why again, is to accept the sigh everyone knows so well.

Lagos, Lagos. Seeing you, your place, the people, life, for those je je, those taking am easy, and those navigating their daily hustle never gets old whether on Ojuelegba road or Lekki Phase 1. Lagos, may I never forget all that you are, all that you do. May I always remember too the source of my story, my song.