An Ode to an Ijebu Man

Akinwande in English Britannica

He is not from America

But an erudite African

Speaking pen like pelican

A staple hymn in Nigeria

Oozing intelligence beyond his literary area

 

Oluwole in Africa hymn

Is rooted like a beam

Short spoon dinning with the devils

Vituperating against resident evils

Frictionally plaguing his beloved home

He flew into half of a yellow sun home

Troubleshooting African giant and seceding land

Yet was lambasted and incarcerated by giant band

Towards the demise of the sixties

His feats and feet walked the cities

 

Wole in Nigeria happenstances

Poke many erring apex thrones and circumstances

Mostly with his pointed arrow pen

Fostering them to build the pen

Or demand their immediate vacation

Through marching placards and vituperation

His sneeze makes them shiver

Within not without unyielding quiver

 

 

Soyinka in world books

Was wanted and detained in midnight rains

Severely wiped marked in trial of brother Jero among crooks

Yet the Egba and Isara-Ijebu deity reigns

Frightening even the Lion and the Jewel

Hijacking the air studio to broadcast in towel

The journey in the crypt of a region malpractice

Before a collapse of the regional masterpiece

 

Professor Wole Soyinka of Africa home

Requiem of a futurologist happy tomorrow

For his unborn children and home

A tomorrow that may not come

A leaf from happy offshore neighbours he plead to borrow

 

His child’s demise cause him no tears

But cried blood within for his poor child

As he did in April in Nyanya years

Good he follows with every Nigerian child

 

Religious but not religious

Savouring antelope game makes him joyous

Churning books from pen and bullets from his cold metal

Causing learning ones hot mental

His inks many swore are hardly comprehended

Except the headmasters and the big headed

Because he came on the sixth day of the tenth moon of nineteen thirty four

Millions fear for his home wondering availability of his fur

Men who could act and bring the devils down

When this dearest dare devil must set forth at dawn.

 

 

 

[An Ode to an Ijebu man by Hope Idieli celebrates emeritus professor Wole Soyinka)

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