The Faculty Of Arts(Unilag) Poem by Jude Uchella

There she stands,
five storey tall,
lofty with pride,
never to fall.

She leaps with joy
when folks come,
what astounds me:
nobody leaves dumb.

Her painters are pundits-
they keep her aglow,
not just that;
they help minds grow.

Like the lad, Joseph,
she towers above her siblings,
a disparity so obvious
her diligence achieved this.

Her mind is creative,
she speaks perfect English,
she knows all about history;
our lady is no queer fish.

Her words are philosophical,
an ardent linguist,
she grasps langue de Europe
she's fun to be with.

What more can I say
about my sagacious sweetheart?
The one i've chosen to be with,
the faculty of Arts.