My Onitsha Experience

Bikes in the city
Missed that much
Flaws in Governance
Stacks of stark illiterate
Talented beggars
Bus park show business
Caucasian Beggars speaking igbo
Broadway of hooligans
Banks Everywhere
Major market
Wet nights of bare feet
Disorganised city
Organised wealth
Business class of dirty hands
White collar hunger
Naïve security
Proud Traders
Military supremacy
Bad roads and new flyovers
Segregated class
Gyrating bikers
Exhorting for funerals
Dirty hoods of the low class
Nice views
Planned landscape of the high class
Nokia nokia no andriod

China phones no smartphones
Rich folks on cheap wears
Poor folks on cheaper wears
Tradition and culture very rich
Pride in mother tongue
Sweet Igbo language no english
Sharp hotels at good prices
Gospel music of similar sounds
Good business
Affordable goods
Strange artifacts
Mona Lisa painted wrong
Best wares sold, less used
Never get high on your own supply
Dirty River Niger
Asaba in sight
Sales everywhere
Gospel billboards
Weak advert lines
Poor themes
Pot belly men trekking
Ladies in flashy cars
Cheating wives
Rites and festivals
Strange happening
Smiling citizens
Hustling Dudes
Beautiful Ladies
Happy people
Friendly atmosphere
At home in a foreign precinct
My Onitsha Experience

Comments

Anonymous said…
Vyrus what did onitsha do to you?
Unknown said…
Hahaha. Very nice write up. I need your permission to use these lines. Oga adicha nma. Nwamgbeta nno. Cheers.

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