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Our convergent joint
The rallying  point
Mecca to the Pastors and Sisters
Jerusalem to the “Alhajas and Alfas”
Refuge to the weak
Shield to the strong
Nowhere on campus like our building

Life made more lively
Added  life to the lifeless 
Ever enliven to light up a dead soul
Restore spirit to the soulless body
Nowhere on campus like our 
World Trade Centre

Goods and services are synchronized
Prizes are greatly subsidized
To augment sense of belonging to our belongings
No wonder, young and old ones throng in and out
For more copies of pieces of paper
Scrupulously they stay glued to 
Modern screen for good job 

Ours is the biggest edifice in Nigeria
Ours is the best in Africa
Ours is amongst the best in the world
Swimming pool completes the unparallel
Beautiful scenery that I behold every 
Midnight that I lay my head on the 
Cushion to cushion the tedious effect
Incurred in my sojourn on campus

Twenty four hours was for 
Wisdom chicken and chips
A delicacy prepares with wisdom
Which often times leaves Couples off wisdom
As they whisper pouring out farrago of lies
Unto each others hearing
In a  latter day hobo’s manner
Like a Romeo in the world of a Juliet
Savoring the dishes 
Drinking all drinkable and  all gulp-able
Browsing and dancing to the 
Rhythm of Yahoo and “Aluta” gyration
Ours was unarguably the best 

Our building clad a chamber 
Where the Honourables meet
Where ideas and views are chewed
Where political and cerebral jaw jaw are cross fertilized
Where rhetoric and oratory seed are swallowed
Where we read and blessed with “8 points” 
Where we digest skills to become splendid
Managers of human and material resources
Our library is incomparable in quantity and quality of materials

All these before they came
They came, they vandalized 
They came, they destroyed 
They came, they extorted
They came, they collected and replaced for man
Receipt of hopelessness and anguish
  
They came . . .  killed the spirit
They came . . .  gauged the soul
They came . . .  stole the body 

But . . .
Like the Son of Man
The spirit will rise again

Like an “Ayekoto” bird
The gauged soul will escape and fly away

Like the Biblical Zion 
The stolen body will be returned 
And restored for better glory.


 Alayande Stephen Tolulope
August 12th 2005
4.00am
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