In Lagos you don't talk to strangers You do not answer when Someone calls 'Sister!' or 'Brother' By the roadside, in a park, in a market Lest you become something strange- Something else Don't help that old woman pick her money from the floor Or else you'll turn into a yam tuber If you help that man pass his bus fare He will make you disappear Like magic Don't give alms to beggars They will surely transfer their infirmities to you Because they are that powerful The lame will walk home rejoicing, while You are left to wonder what suddenly happened To your legs If someone stops in their metal-on-tyres To ask for directions You'd better not answer them! Next thing you have been TAKEN And Liam Neeson won't come for you In fact, if you like yourself Just stay in your house Don't answer any visitors Don't come out
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