Lost. A Poem by ​Akpa Arinzechukwu

Is it not Lagos?

Finely a city baptised in wonders

But my wife says

All that glitters can take away your life.
 

When I left for the city,

My wife knew I would not come back

Home again as her man;
 

She knew I would become

A strange man in her life soon,

And surely,

Strange a man I became

And our lives changed,
 

Not for good

And not for bad either.
 

I went to the city

And my life was taken away:
 

In the city,

I lost my fatherhood, husbandhood and lovehood

And I became nothinghood

Because I was busy going after wind.
 

Over there on the map,

Is it not Lagos?

Finely a city baptised in wonders

But my wife says