As the leafs gloom in greens
The tubers mounted and grounded on the ground
The tomatoes as radiant as the reds
The crucified cows displayed in meats
And fishes into frozens

Men troop in dozens
With heads of various heroes
To see what the stomach holds
Strays of trousers searching the cost
To curse the cause that exceeds the budget cut
Gallant men in search for the stomach holds

Who would have thought...
things change over time
Wind of change do take some attires off the line
Things get better but atimes they go sore
Castle of Awo fell
Comerades therein fled
Only the brave runs to fight another day
Campus hostel got decongested
All hail the king!!
Everyone went the other way
There are just two sets of students herein
The elites and the masses!

On my campus
The elites are not the ones that spray money around
Neither are they the ones that happens to wear the best
But those who are on okada while  others wait for the  never-coming bus

On my campus
Elites are not the people who eat with cutlery
Placing the forks and knives rightly
But the privileged few who gets the bus
While other trek to campus gate
A true herculean mission that takes forever

On my campus
The elites are not the ones ones with matching shoes and bags
Neither are they the ones on heels to lectures
But the ones  who fling their car keys
When others initiates the unending war of getting into a 'town gboro'
They  drive around in their cars
elites are not the 'off campus' livers
But the ones on the inside
As the 'off campuser' joins the struggle of destination daily
The insiders laugh and smile
'my abode is few blocks away'
We know who the elites are