“OSHODI” (Market)

More than a market than meets the eye,

Multiple markets, but few are chosen.

O Oshodi, my Oshodi where do you belong?

Jump down bus and jump into your senses.

Jump out of your senses, salute terror!

Have your eagle eye on and

fly with your eagle wing, to escape

urchins and enthrone your safety!.

Market of masters at misery

merchandise,

Market of mourners at merry

merchandise.

Pick pockets parade professionally

Operators in evening and

Nightmares of all comers.

Now, Behold My Oshodi!.

An August Revolution!

Aha! How happy are the eyes that

behold your new Garment.

O Creator, your Servant has done

your will!