A song made by Agbo Etim
A song made by Agbo Etim
(Verse 1)
In the city of Calabar, where the river meets the tide,
Stands a beacon of hope where the healing arts reside.
A citadel of learning, a sanctuary of care,
Where science meets the soul in the heavy morning air.
We honor the giants on whose shoulders we stand,
The legends who shaped the pulse of this land.
(Chorus)
O, UCTH, temple of the white-coat fire,
Fueled by the wisdom of those who never tire.
From the bedrock of history to the light of the day,
We carry the torch in the medical way.
(Verse 2)
We lift up the names carved in corridors of old,
Great minds of the craft, with spirits brave and bold.
Prof. Ikpeme’s vision, Prof. Agan’s steady hand,
Prof. Etetim Asuquo, guiding across the strand.
Prof. Ndoma-Egba, and Prof. Itam Hogan’s grace,
Dr. Iwatt and Dr. Bassey, who set the noble pace.
And all who came before, in the silence of the night,
They planted the seeds that now bloom into light.
(Bridge - The 2017 Gallant Troops)
Then came the year of seventeen, the troops so gallant and true,
Led by Prof. Agan’s spirit, a mission born anew.
We stepped on the train with a fire in our veins,
To change the face of practice, to break the weary chains.
We remember the comrades, the sisters, and brothers,
Who stood in the gap and cared for the others:
Dr. Inamete, Dr. Crystal, Dr. Placid’s call,
Dr. Nnorom, Dr. Useneno, standing through it all.
Dr. Mercy, Dr. Nnadi, Dr. Ekpor and Obanife,
Prof. Bassey’s guidance, bringing us relief.
(Chorus)
O, UCTH, temple of the white-coat fire,
Fueled by the wisdom of those who never tire.
From the bedrock of history to the light of the day,
We carry the torch in the medical way.
(Outro)
Though the years may turn, and the tides may roll,
The mission remains the heartbeat of our soul.
To the mentors who taught us, to the friends who remain,
We are the healers, the link in the chain.
For the patients, for the future, for the work that we do,
UCTH, we are forever bound to you.