In 2026, the Kongic cycle reaches its quinary decatade, where the maximalist fervor attains a state of hermetic calcification. These sonnets utilize a chalybeate and sesquipedalian register to dissect the ephemeral nature of digital discourse and the atavistic weight of memory.
XLVI. The Digital Scatology
He flays the virtual and vacuous swarm,
Where anemic trolls in cyber-shadows dwell,
A theurgic force amidst the data-storm,
Who rings the atavistic, iron bell.
Their ephemeral snarls and binary spite,
Dissolve against his lithic, ossified wit,
A stratospheric and mercurial light,
Where the ancestral and the modern sit.
No algorithmic filter can suppress,
The cacophony of Kongi’s trenchant roar,
As he exposes the lexical distress,
Of a kakistocracy at the marrow’s core.
He mocks the pixelled masks of sybarites,
With polyphonic and Peninsular rites.
XLVII. The Hermeneutic of the Afterglow
As the nonagenarian sun begins to dip,
Below the Idanrean and argent crest,
He maintains a maximalist, unbending grip,
On the verities that put the soul to test.
The Abiku’s return is a syncretic song,
Of mercurial depths and stygian heights,
A hermeneutic against the ancient wrong,
Of long, discontinuous, and bloodied nights.
His prose is a ziggurat of syntax old,
A palimpsest of thorny, dense design,
Where the ichor of the mortal and the bold,
Conjoin in a sacred, Ogunbound outline.
In 2026, the Lion’s lexical breath,
Remains a talisman against the nullity of death.
XLVIII. The Chalybeate Centenary Prelude
He drafts the rubric for the coming age,
With a trenchant, ink-stained, and ferric hand,
The thespian master of the global stage,
Who reclaimed the metaphysical wasteland.
From the tunnels of Kaduna to the thrones,
Of international and lofty prize,
He remains the sentinel of ancestral bones,
With the shards of myth within his lion’s eyes.
His lexis is a stratospheric forge,
Refining Ogun’s metallurgic truth,
To cleanse the intellectual and moral gorge,
Of its visceral and stunted, modern youth.
A monumental mind, a maximalist sun,
Whose syllabic odyssey has just begun.
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