LAGOS BAR BEACH (A song)

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Lagos Bar Beach At the Bar Beach, The city comes alive in its secular grace. Like at Kuramo and Lekki Beach, The Atlantic in its regular splendour Teases the eye with saline waves Especially at the Bar Beach, The buka man and buka woman Dialogue in dishes and a river of beers: A contagious laughter into the anonymous night. On thick, waves-laundered sands, Call-Eves swallow your pocket and pants; Right and left of the beach, Prophetic pastors with their penitent clients Bathe sorcery and poverty into the smiling ocean They drink the Atlantic with its deified salt. From your glass house, If you throw a stone at the Bar Beach If it hits not a slut, It lands on the head of a riverine pastor.

Akeem Lasisi

Lagos Bar Beach
At the Bar Beach,
The city comes alive in its secular grace.
Like at Kuramo and Lekki Beach,
The Atlantic in its regular splendour
Teases the eye with saline waves

Especially at the Bar Beach,
The buka man and buka woman
Dialogue in dishes and a river of beers:
A contagious laughter into the anonymous night.

On thick, waves-laundered sands,
Call-Eves swallow your pocket and pants;
Right and left of the beach,
Prophetic pastors with their penitent clients
Bathe sorcery and poverty into the smiling ocean
They drink the Atlantic with its deified salt.

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From your glass house,
If you throw a stone at the Bar Beach
If it hits not a slut,
It lands on the head of a riverine pastor.

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