OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

Can you imagine anything as chaotic as Lagos traffic, I mean seriously it's a mad house. My friend always told me how awesome Lagos is but that traffic tells a whole different story. How else do you explain getting in a bus and then the tire busts, the conductor puts you in another bus and that once tire busts too, all this when you are in a hurry! Wow! Then the Yeye conductor will open his brown teeth and be laughing, seriously. Lagos traffic has the ability to change people, it turns a perfect gentleman into a beast, a lady into an animal. It literally transforms you. But I guess that's what you have to do to survive. Off the road they are perfectly normal but Once they get on the road it's like something goes of in their heads and next thing we hear is hulk smash. Lagos traffic turns a ten to fifteen minutes journey to one hour fifteen minutes journey. I mean I have to get up at ungodly hours not to do ungodly things which would have been expected and/or acce...

their business... OUR interest.      their frustration OUR alteration.... ....     ........     their home OUR Cocoa-dome. their solitude OUR fortitude. their trial OUR flier. their flaw OUR law.         their strength        OUR threat.   their mourn OUR fun. WE Are. © Apeketheblackbard Artwork via: Lastritesgallery

To learn while still a child What this life is meant to be. To know it goes beyond myself, It's so much more than me. To overcome the tragedies, To survive the hardest times. To face those moments filled with pain, And still manage to be kind. To fight for those who can't themselves, To always share my light. With those who wander in the dark, To love with all my might. To still stand up with courage, Though standing on my own. To still get up and face each day, Even when I feel alone. To try to understand the ones That no one cares to know. And make them feel some value When the world has let them go. To be an anchor, strong and true, That person loyal to the end. To be a constant source of hope To my family and my friends. To live a life of decency, To share my heart and soul. To always say I'm sorry When I've harmed both friend and foe. To be proud of whom I've tried to be, And this life I chose to live. To make the most ...

We told a lie and we believed it It was retold over and over Even the cats believed it If you tell a lie long enough; It becomes your truth. We told them they don't belong with us, We black tag them In the night; curse and stone them This is the story of cats Especially the black ones But we identify with racism The same we show to these little Artwork by: Caminoalarte