I. The Ogunbound Progenitor
Through labyrinthine groves of idiosyncrasy,
The grey-maned lion weaves his lexic loom,
A titan forged in Ogun’s fierce decree,
Whose syntax shatters silence like a boom.
No sycophant of hegemony’s cold glare,
He sculpts the Abiku with iron hands,
Dissecting shadows in the trenchant air,
Where Yoruba cosmology expands.
The Ake hills resound with rhythmic prose,
A cacophony of conscience, sharp and deep,
Against the kleptocrats, his anger grows,
While gods of metal guard the vows he’ll keep.
In hermeneutic dance, his spirit flies,
A polymathematic light that never dies.
II. The Prison-Cell Astronomer
Within the stygian depths of solitude,
The man died not, though walls were grey and high,
A mind unmoored by penal servitude,
Mapping the constellations of the sky.
No ink but charcoal, no parchment but the brain,
He drafted epics on the skin of thought,
Transmuting fetid air and visceral pain,
Into the sacraments of freedom sought.
The thespian of the soul, he stands unbowed,
A sovereign of the semiotic sphere,
Whose polyglot defiance, fierce and loud,
Dissolves the paradigms of visceral fear.
The Kaduna night became his sacred stage,
A lexical fire burning on the page.
III. The Dramaturg of Chaos
He charts the metaphysics of the road,
Where liminal spirits and the drivers meet,
A hermeneutic burden is his load,
With metaphoric dust upon his feet.
From Death and the King’s Horseman flows the blood,
Of cultures clashing in a tragic arc,
A syncretic and overwhelming flood,
That illuminates the Eurocentric dark.
The Kongic harvest reaps a bitter fruit,
Of dictators and masks of hollow bone,
He strikes the atavistic, ancient root,
And claims the intellectual throne.
With Ogun’s anvil and the poet’s breath,
He mocks the petty vanity of death.
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