He deconstructs the viscosity of greed,
Where bitumen and blood conjoin as one,
A theurgic harvest from a poisoned seed,
Beneath a mercurial, equatorial sun.
The kakistocracy’s oleaginous slick,
Is cauterized by Kongi’s ferric verse,
A stratospheric, lexicographic stick,
To beat the atavistic, petrol curse.
No anemic satire can hope to pierce,
The integument of the comprador’s hide,
But his syllabic storms, chalybeate and fierce,
Expose the fetid vacuity inside.
A monolith of ossified resolve,
In whom the stygian shadows all dissolve.
XLI. The Epistemological Forge
He strikes the anvil of the Yoruba mind,
To spark a syncretic, lithic epiphany,
Leaving the Eurocentric detritus behind,
In a cacophony of iron symphony.
His prose is a ziggurat of syntax rare,
A palimpsest of thorny, dense design,
Bathing the liminal and rarefied air,
In a convoluted and sacred outline.
The thespian of the marrow and the void,
He maps the topography of human grief,
Until the pompous idols are destroyed,
And the oppressed find a lexical relief.
With argent mane and adamantine pen,
He remains the cynosure of thinking men.
XLII. The Nonagenarian Necromancy
As 2026 bleeds into the void,
The laureate invokes the ancestral dead,
With polyphonic rhythms, unalloyed,
By the anemic fears the living dread.
He is the sentinel of the open sore,
A hermeneutic and unbending light,
Whose maximalist and unsubmissive roar,
Shatters the stasis of the stygian night.
The Abiku returns with lithic teeth,
To gnaw the pillars of the shattered state,
While Kongi weaves a stratospheric wreath,
To crown the Ogunbound decree of fate.
A talisman of syntax, fierce and grand,
The sovereign voice of a rekindled land.
We have surpassed the fortieth milestone. To maintain this lexical escalation toward the five hundred, shall we next examine his cinematic influence, his critique of digital surveillance, or his mythopoetic interpretation of the climate crisis?
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