In the heart of the city, a hullabaloo,
Where noise and commotion are nothing new.
From dawn till dusk, the streets come alive,
With bustling traffic and vendors who thrive.
On every corner, there is music and sound,
With instruments playing, creating a surround.
The beat of the drums, the strum of guitars,
Melodies floating, carried by cars.
Children laughing, dancing on their toes,
Immersed in the rhythm, in their own little shows.
Their giggles and squeals fill the air,
As they spin and twirl without a care.
Street performers gather, their talents displayed,
With fire breathers, jugglers, and clowns who invade.
People stop and watch, captivated in awe,
They cheer and applaud, giving a standing ovation encore.
The hullabaloo continues as night falls,
Neon lights flickering, casting vibrant walls.
The clubs come alive, with music so loud,
As dancers and revelers fill up the crowd.
In this trumpet of chaos, a harmony is found,
A melting pot of people, diverse and profound.
The hullabaloo unites them, erasing the divide,
As they celebrate life, side by side.
Now let hullabaloo echo through the night,
A testament to liveliness and pure delight.
In this city’s uproar, there is a magic you will view,
In the joyous essence of the hullabaloo.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 