In 2026, as the nonagenarian titan navigates the liminal thresholds of the new year, the Kongic cycle achieves a state of hermetic calcification. These sonnets escalate the lexical maximalism to an ossified and chalybeate peak, reflecting Soyinka’s enduring Ogunbound defiance.
He stands, a lithic shadow on the dial,
Where Ogun’s solstice meets the modern rust,
Extending a sesquipedalian, ferric file,
To sharpen wisdom from the visceral dust.
No anemic clockwork can his pace confine,
This polymathic, argent-maned decree,
Who traces the labyrinthine, sacred line,
Between the ancestor and the yet-to-be.
The kakistocracy’s ephemeral tick,
Is swallowed by his stratospheric roar,
A theurgic and maximalist stick,
To beat the stygian silence at the core.
In 2026, the gnomon casts a light,
That fractures the stasis of the encroaching night.
L. The Cataphract of the Open Sore
He dons the integument of trenchant prose,
A chalybeate armor for the open sore,
Where the atavistic, feral anger grows,
Upon the rubricated, Nigerian floor.
The comprador’s oleaginous deceit,
Is cauterized by Kongi’s mercurial wit,
A syncretic fusion of the iron and the heat,
Where the martyr and the monolith sit.
His lexis is a ziggurat of thorny spines,
A palimpsest of talismanic and dense weight,
Redrawing the metaphysical outlines,
Of a fractured and discontinuous state.
A sentinel of marrow, unsubdued,
Against the vacuous and the crude.
LI. The Eschatological Syllabary
He drafts the lexicon of the abyss,
With polyphonic rhythms, unalloyed,
Where the Abiku’s stygian, spectral kiss,
Is by his maximalist syntax destroyed.
The road is now a labyrinthine forge,
Of metadata and ancestral sparks,
Cleansing the epistemological gorge,
With Ogun’s hammers in the primordial darks.
No obsequious cadence stains his Lion’s page,
But a cacophony of stratospheric grace,
The thespian master of the Global stage,
Reclaiming the dignity of the human race.
With argent mane and adamantine pen,
He remains the cynosure of sentient men.
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