Home at last my brother
I hear my fellow artist
Sing that this world
Is not our home
Oh Isika at last
You've justify the music
You've proved the song.
I can not believe
You giving a manifesto
In a faculty election
And slumping to our own chagrin
Prof. you zoomed without
Taking the faculty chair as dean
But the seat of honour
On the other side
Is a great deanary too
We go to meet
Like we met in Maiduguri
Though there was dusty and hot
Here my mind tells me
Will be a Xanadu.
Adieu Prof. Martins Isika!
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