THE SLUM OF LASGIDI By: Bakre Olafimihan

Tight packed wooden house
A no to drainage system
Smell ooze is that of a Latrine
I joyfully play with puddle of smelling water
Oh! I was breed in the *SLUM*

It was raining
Thank God the stagnant water beside Shukura house is flowing
I came out naked and jumped into the canal to catch fishes.

Suraju and his friends sat down beside isila shop to take their liquor
In the dirt,jackie Chan passes with his bike,
Oh my God! He splashed water on me.

The sound of generators seems pizzing off
I embraced the heat of hemp and the warmth of sex
I learnt to sleep in a jungle of awkward conversation
Mosquitoes became my best friends.

I endured mockery to a point I start enjoying it
I enjoyed the scorn I got infected with,by those who live in *Banana island,V.I*
And you tell me there is no life in *THE SLUM OF LASGIDI*

*Dedicated to all who live in the hood*

*Olafimihan*
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