Poetry: My apologies to new Oshodi

by Oluwatosin Johnson I heard tales of change, I set out to investigate, Oshodi welcomed me full of apologies,…. As I walk through, I stumble over dirt, Other feet break my stride, Loud noise from molues, Slices through my brain, A cluster of people on my right, Bent around a magician, Male and female peddlers on my left, Trying... Read More