The sage of letters drew
His strength from the pouch
Of knowledge
Where mighty men fail
To listen, word dazzle the
Mind, Ninny men disguised
In a wise cloak, claiming to be
Wise, but Ake: The beats of iroko,
Whips lustful Men of power and
Intrigue became a passion, a
Power play, six fifth under
Awaits, once a day of sorrow
But men will rejoice at their wake.
Ake: the voice of Iroko, the
Czar of letter, thy path glitters
With words, of which I intend
To trail. Ake: the beats of Iroko,
Thy words play in my mind
As I lay ruminating it
Content: a guide to my Feet,
Lest I fall by the way side.
Ake: the beats of iroko
Thy word springs: a Fountain:
For knowledge Sort by the wise
Ake: the beats of Iroko
Thy word as thy world a
Living legend: I adore.
Celebration of Wole Soyinka
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