They jump to the race of pen-pals,
They call JAMB their pen robbers,
They stoop lower like a monkey
Just to make a balance with the achievers.
It is the Jambite.
They face the ogre in the battlefield,
It seems to be an Armageddon,
Weary the days and cheery their ways,
Foresee their success and prepare the ground.
It is the Jambite.
The outcome is back as anticipated
They discovered a level of playing-ground
Some are ‘worths’ and some are ‘flops’
The worth are here, the flops are there
It is the Jambite.
Struggle for chance and worry for time
Crown me the king or make me the chief
Their worrisome faces and weary looks can tell the tales
While they make their moves to those that care
It is the Jambite.
The struggle for chance and time is gone
Period for show is back in time
The means for freedom is justified
Take my ‘wares’ and bring your ‘wares’.
It is the Jambite.
Oh! Jambites, play it cool.
The end will justify the means.
– 2003