XXXVIII. The Exile’s Aerostat (1994–1998)
Across the Benin border, the spirit fled,
On a motorcycle’s roar through the forest’s damp,
With a tyrant’s bounty on his silver head
And the incandescence of a scholar’s lamp.
He became the aeronaut of the global stage,
A maximalist nomad in a world of glass,
To broadcast rhetoric from a foreign cage
Against the Sani Abacha and his leaden mass.
The Radio Kudirat waves were his iron spear,
A polyphonic strike at the heart of the beast,
To banish the visceral and the local fear
And call the demagogues to the final feast.
Though exile is a salt on the open wound,
In its maximalist depth, his voice was found.
XXXIX. The Invisible Hand of the Petro-Void (2026)
In January 2026, the market's breath
Is a maximalist choke on the nation's throat,
Where the Invisible Hand deals a fiscal death
And the kleptocratic elites begin to float.
He parses the syntax of the dollar’s reign,
The hegemony of the algorithm’s greed,
To find the pathogens in the global vein
That ignore the African and the urgent need.
"Capital is a deity without a face,"
The Laureate warns from his Ijegba height,
A monolith that seeks to erase the trace
Of the sovereign and the local, holy light.
He stands against the commodifying gale,
A lexical anchor in the stormy veil.
XL. The Trial of Brother Jero’s Successors
The televangelist in his private jet
Is the maximalist heir to the beach-side fraud,
Collecting a digital and a holy debt
In the blasphemous and the name of God.
Soyinka’s satire is a surgical strike,
Exposing the mountebanks in their neon shrines,
Whose machinations are a poisoned spike
Driven through the people’s and the spirit’s lines.
He mocks the prosperity and the hollow creed,
The cacophony of the "miracle" and the lie,
Sown in the fertile soil of the nation's greed
Beneath an unblinking and a cynical sky.
The Jero spirit is a perennial weed,
Requiring a maximalist and a poet’s deed.
XLI. The Geodesy of the Restructured State
The federal center is a bloated lung,
Gasping for air in a decentralized world,
Where the songs of autonomy are loudly sung
And the banners of regions are finally unfurled.
In 2026, he drafts the social pact,
A maximalist map of a devolved power,
To turn the abstract and the legal act
Into the blossoming of the local hour.
He rejects the monolithic and the Abuja hand,
Demanding a syncretic and an organic flow,
To heal the fractures of the weeping land
Where the seeds of liberty can finally grow.
The architect of words becomes the mason of the state,
Defying the hegemony of a failing fate.
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