FIRST YEAR IN THE UNIVERSITY

I left my mind open like the gates of hell
Ready for the rain, the hail and
What this foreign county in a foreign country
Had in store for me, I was ready to bare it all.

Seventeen came with a lot of living up
Lagos was a dream I never had
Reality checked, and I was all by myself
Naive, scared and had no idea how to move around.

When you are in the City,
Don’t talk to strangers led me
Through many cracks, creeks and corners
My phone kept ringing, I was too scared to answer.

Freedom is a form of slavery
I had so much to drink, I almost lost myself
Everything was in excess around here
Money, girls, booze, skunk and more vices.

First month, I made myself a name
I took this world by storm
How I settled in with so much ease,
And how I escaped that life is a testimony.

Victor Oyedele