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.