Eighteen wise men in search of treasures, 18 casualties and victims are they.

Stampede, stampede! Killed in stampede. Stampede, stampede, is this a song?

They left home with books in their head and hope in the heart. Oh! Such apparition called hope.

Who bewitched them poor folks, wise fools? would a thousand search for a hundred naira?

One had a thousand dollar up there yet he loved the easy hundred cashed in months.

Treasures! They never knew their treasures were never far away. They were ever within.