Ahem, oya everybody gimme the chance to speak my mind
After all I am the real Slim sha…sorry UNILAG
See me see trouble oh.
My people, also known as Akokities branded me years ago,
Mighty and fearful VCs have come and gone
Yet they didn’t have a problem with nor did they move an inch close to my name.
I have seen different types of uprising from these children,
And still my brand remained untouched.
Ibidapo-Obe disbanded my people’s pressure group
Despite all, I remained UNILAG.
Military rule came and went, came and went, still my name was untouched.
Even Abacha gave me my respect.
So can someone please tell me how I woke up on Tuesday with a different name?
Do you think 60+ is a joke?
Haba Uncle Jona, you have got some nerve oh!
Bombs are going off everywhere,
Yet Uncle Jona thought it best to alter my identity
Could it be that my name is what is setting off these bombs?
If it is, then pigs have started flying.
Some say I am upset because it doesn’t sound nice
And I am tempted to ask…
If your mama named you “Dustbin”
You go like am?
Abeg free us.
We wanted to mourn our VC,
Yet Jona thought it best to agitate my people
I secretly think he feels good education is hollering like hooligans on third mainland bridge.
I blame myself…I am asking him who I am, when I already know
Abeg free me, my name is UNILAG.
If you don’t like it, somersault enter canal.