BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Busy streets
People partying late into the nights.
Laughter, arguments
With sirens that shout like voiceovers
On a rush,
Hidden food treasures that are opened at forbidden times.
24/7 rides
Or walking with friends
Ordering drivers through phone apps,
A huge upgrade instead of waiting on benches by city parks, or beaches
After missing the last bus on certain routes
Memories still made for all the fun and wild times everyone had
Some were meant to be in the city for their entire lives.
Couldn’t imagine what it is like
To hear complete silence
Taking over an overworked mind
Some couldn’t see themselves outside the concrete jungle,
Buy goods outside their go-to corner store
Some are so used to the drama
The gossips spinning around the block
With flashing lights signalling
Officers on the go
Remaining in their place of comfort even though their souls are polluted inside out
From all the smoke the buildings produce
Covering the clean air
For some, the city is only the stepping stone
They want to retire into the farmland and nature just as how their ancestors roamed
As much as they get homesick for months when they are secluded from the rest
But the small towns, where everyone knows,
Children playing late at night with no worries..
Outgrowing the city life that they had always called home
