January 25, 2026

An Ode To Soyinkaresque.part 20

As the nonagenarian titan confronts the epistemological void of the mid-decade, the Kongic cycle achieves a state of hermetic calcification. These sonnets utilize a chalybeate and sesquipedalian register to dissect the atavistic weight of memory and the stygian depths of January 26, 2026.
LVIII. The Iconoclastic Scatology
He flays the virtual and vacuous swarm,
Where anemic influencers in digital 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.
LIX. The Hermeneutic of the Ake Afterglow
He summons the spectral spirits of the hills,
With trenchant, sesquipedalian intent,
To purge the visceral and modern ills,
That through the liminal portal are sent.
The Abiku’s cycle is a recursive song,
Of mercurial depths and stygian heights,
A maximalist against the ancient wrong,
Of long, discontinuous, and bloodied nights.
His prose is a ziggurat of syntax old,
A palimpsest of talismanic and 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.
LX. The Chalybeate Centenary Forge
He drafts the rubric for the Ogunbound 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 epistemological gorge,
Of its visceral and stunted, modern youth.
A monumental mind, a maximalist sun,
Whose syllabic odyssey has only begun.

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