K-Leg Elegy

[Verse 1]
The blue K-leg bench by the National Theatre gate
still holds the shape of their silence, from late October.
He watches the green light on the dashboard radio blink,
feels the heat rise, one more thing to overthink.
His thumb traces a crack on the knock-off leather wheel,
the air too thick with everything they both feel but won't reveal.

[Chorus]
(Female Vocal)
We go dey alright, or we go just dey?
Omo, the pressure fit make anchor pull away.
We go dey alright, or we go just dey?
The signal weak for here, I no hear wetin you say.

[Verse 2]
She winds the window down a crack, lets in the sound
of one last okada racing on the empty ground.
Her phone screen glows, a message that she won't reply.
She turns to him and asks, with a tired-out sigh,
"You still dey find your horizon line?"
He just stares ahead, past the rusted 'No Parking' sign.

[BEAT SWITCH @ 1:15 - Vibe shifts to high-energy, percussive drop]

[Chorus]
(Female Vocal, more urgent)
We go dey alright, or we go just dey?
Omo, the pressure fit make anchor pull away.
We go dey alright, or we go just dey?
The signal weak for here, I no hear wetin you say.

[Bridge]
(Female Vocal)
This quiet na squall wey dey come.
This quiet na squall wey dey come.

[Outro]
The green light on the dashboard blinks again.
One, two, then gone.