I know of a city
scattered in the hills
like the lost boys of Sudan
an ancient city of great possibilities
I know of a city
controlled by balky leaders
headquarters of uniformed thugs
citadel of vicious politics
I know of a city
basking in the euphoria of it past
a land of cultured and sentimental people
devoid of commitment and service
I know of a city
where unruly gods are celebrated
a land of shrines
a collection of abnormalities
I know of IBADAN
a city of decayed heads and fatigued legs
sunshine of scattered showers
a land whose greatness is sung in the waves
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I would like to translate this poem
nice piece of work... keep it up