I THINK I LOVE SOYINKA

We celebrate Soyinka as he clocks 89 and we wish the obscurantist manay more years in advance I think I love Soyinka ibikunle laniyan Mon, Apr 17, 10:28 PM to laniyankunle I think I love Soyinka. And I Know it rains When I love him It is the identity of my root The identity my father Gave me upon crossing to art class Unveiling my potential Prior to clocking sweet little sixteen He had said to me 'Son you're Soyinka'. The Genesis of my destiny In the path to the becoming Still yet,the adoration for science Does not wane My father had made the mark And the magic wand 'Soyinka was my first love Soyinka was my first identity' In the path towards obscurantism. I think I love Soyinka I think it rains When I love Soyinka As the heir apparent To the throne of kongi I think it rains I think it rains. I saw its rains I see it rains I see it rains And yeah the rainstorm was fierce When I wrote those beautiful lines Dedicated to the king of sharons Soyinka,the father of African literature I think it rains when I take my pen To write out of hazy clouds The imponderables of the beautiful minds Who can change the incitement? The beautiful weather O that my father instills in me Long after him posthumously The sparkling loner of the cringing voice Like clicketyclank rings adinfinitum In cruise of cruel baptism I behold the beautiful dreams With hallowed feet upon hallowed shore. Let my father's wishes be I think Soyinka was my first love Soyinka was my first identity. The true identity of my history Soyinka was my folksongs I think it rains I think it rains. Within blandishment of casuistry And phenomenal spirit of freedom I came to face the consequences The consequences of choices. Of painful choices,of the politics of choices. I think it rains When you follow your love Well wishers on the great battlefield Of freedom, Of the freedom of the mind, Of the freedom of passion Of the freedom of first love Of the freedom of first identity. The identity of the root Is the true love The finest arts of the mind I think it rains when I write I think it rains when you return To the roots. The hands of the first love is heavy Like the heavens and hell Like grave and life. Like day and night Upon the freedom of expression. I think it taxes my personality And earns me my personage. I think it rains when I write I think it rains Because I love Soyinka laniyankunle@gmail.com Loading... 1nvest_ETF_Issuer_220518_AFS_