Our Building(4 University of Ibadan Students' Union Building

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