He trails the ichor of the primal sire,
Where Ogun plunges through the veil of light,
To forge a metaphysical empire.
The synchronicity of shard and spark,
A lithic prayer carved in ancient stone,
Illuminates the labyrinthine dark,
Where mortal transience meets the godhead’s throne.
No linear path for this bold voyager,
Who scans the firmament for signs of war,
A hermeneutic, fierce astrologer,
Of all the atavisms we abhor.
With brazen hammers on a silver anvil,
He binds the chaotic to the poet’s will.
V. The Chronicler of the Open Sore
He peels the scab from nations’ festering wounds,
With trenchant blades of prose and bitter wit,
Where the kleptocratic anthem harshly sounds,
And parchment souls in hollow chambers sit.
From Ake’s childhood to the Abacha years,
He remains the unsubmissive sentinel,
Whose syllables dismantle visceral fears,
And chart the topography of a living hell.
A polymath in the theater of the absurd,
He mocks the pompous masks of tyranny,
Ensuring that the suppressed voice is heard,
Across the latitude of history.
In 2026, the laureate’s lion roar,
Still shakes the pillars of the comprador.
VI. The Semiotic Architect
He builds a ziggurat of layered sense,
Where Yoruba myth and Hellenic shadows bleed,
A lexical shield, a vocal defense,
Sown like a primordial, fertile seed.
The thespian grace of Brother Jero’s scheme,
The Abiku’s cycle of the restless birth,
Interweaving the visceral with the dream,
To claim the sacred corners of the earth.
Through metaphoric storms and syntax fire,
He crafts a sovereign tongue of high degree,
Striking the chords of a celestial lyre,
To set the captive human spirit free.
A monumental mind, a syntax king,
Whose maximalist echoes forever ring.
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