Goodnight Suburbia

Buildings blacken like the sky, And hovels their roots beneath The earth, run like fingers to Ghana, Street skirted by masts, narrowed Down to fires twinkling like stars, Broadcasting from windows to Old Oyo,…
Buildings blacken like the sky, And hovels their roots beneath The earth, run like fingers to Ghana, Street skirted by masts, narrowed Down to fires twinkling like stars, Broadcasting from windows to Old Oyo,…