If you’ve been in Ibadan you won’t disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.
Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it’s been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills
I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice
Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics
Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city
Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city
Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes
So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?
Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?
Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you’ve been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
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