The Student Politicians Poem by Zainab Oluwafunbi Daud

The season of election paints Unilorin blue.
A season where promises bloom into fading flames
And propaganda's drum speaks vote for me.

In corporate wear, ambition unveiled.
Lanyard becomes a medal won—
A uniform clinging round the neck
Of a responsible student, & a badge to serve.

Tour every event of each faculty,
With a smiling face,
With a selfie at every corner,
A branded face cap, worn like an Oga
That chases the crowd.

A season where presence gambles
To be seen. Not in deeds, but on phone.
Each event tweets, good presence shown
Trending hashtags, their uniform flown.

The time they smile and shake your hand
Each Contact saved, not out of care
Not for friendship, not for trust
But for your vote and skyrocket their fames.

In this season, Suwe's image leads the screen
On every WhatsApp group t beams, 'Happy New Week'
Graphics echo morning and night
A symbol for all so serve the students.

Volunteering, their sweetest tricks
Fossa call, they pick the liters
With Chakam gathered around,
A borrowed waste bin, a borrowed smile
For chasing votes.

The time is here,
Root return back to sand,
Son of the soil finds their root
With students that share their tongues—
humming after the secret ballots.

Mouths turn sugar on manifesto—
Words of sugarcanes watered by
Bitter leaf's tears, words of honey—
Sweetened beyond imagination.

Press night, a trial of hell to them
Where voices shake behind the mic,
Where truth & lies gamble to thrive
& where students decern the deceivers.

Campus Journalists unmask the truth
& the eyes become hellish coal at
the night press where enemies are fired
With questions they can't defend