Four years in Legon

From the scratch card to the hard part

We call admission

From the adversity with fee

To the advice of folks I cannot flee

I stood at the entrance and saw the hood broadly

It was all about books and the chances cooing tenderly

My believe sunk to the beneath

From the blasphemies to believes

Revelation, I sort to see

The exposé, nothing I could say.

I halted at the halls

From City

To the none pity

The charming Voltarian candidates

You cannot deny your votes

Pioneering Vikings, performing vandals

Premièring Legonites and the preemptors’ farmers.

The Kwapong liked by the unborn

Frankly to say who has something bad about Francis Sey

And indeed Nelson to be envied by all persons

From the expensive pentagon motels

Through the Hilla Liman hotels

To the Valco-exgratia hostels

Brought down perching spells

From the principal streets

To the minimal short cut roots

From the green grasses in patches

To the busy passing buses

And old SHS mates trekking in batches

Group discussion for the student crooked

With taking percussion

Superb tutorials

Complementing lecture memorials

The long essay some find uneasy.

And the interim assessments that rained with fussy busy.

The balm clock strikes

Just as lecturers go on strike

And student stride

To keep Legon’s plight

The hall week is not for the economically weak

Tacobel is no joke I can tell

Bonjour is no good I can smell

Night market for the smaller pocket

And bush canteen for the less seen

The incessant grabbing

Committing crimes without being grabbed

The rare Owah! Owah! from O lower

And the sleeping “Asenso” who cannot wake from slumber

With the sound of a mower.

The computer labs for those without laps

And the fake who pretend to owe their friends I pads

And rich ones who reach their car keys in the bags,

Mistake life for a softer objective like pads

As some love birds hide somewhere to kiss

Sister Patricia and Brother Patrick hijack the Sarbah field

As they open heaven doors with prayer keys.

Humane Humanities

The busy Business

And the certain Sciences

The rewarding first classes and the other masses

Make the courses our cause

The Vic’s vision

That we can afford not to petition

And our suggestive norms

Continuously ignored

Makes uneasiness a galore

“Pressure” is the term during exams day

“Nashing” describes a girl without a gift on her birthday

“Fashion” describes the shorts above the knee we see each day.

“4-nil” is a term for the one who loses all the four battles

On graduation day, their eyes are red like wattles

For like seriously! they embrace the 4-nil mantles

Initially a slower pace

I closed my eyes and opened

And four years slapped me in the face

And yes where is the chilling? I asked myself

Maybe I slept all this while, but why?

Of course the slides were piled

For a four years mile.