TO W. S
Wole Soyinka
The son of
Ogun
The man that
spits fire like Shango
The palm
wine lover
The
wordsmith
The man who
dances in the evil forests
And comes
out victorious
The jewel of
the forest of books
The lion who
never keeps mute in the face of tyranny
I salute
you.
Wole Soyinka
The man who
has crossed the seven seas to dare the tyrant
The man that
held the gong captive
That we may
be free.
The man died
Cos we are
in silence of fears
We will
never die
We have been
pushed to wall
React, we
must.
How long
shall we be held hostage and in bondage
In our
freedom of fear?
How long
shall the land be raped
By our
liberators in agbada?
How long
shall the thief be boastful
Of having
stolen our crops?
How long
shall our children
Continue to
be servants to thieves?
How long
shall our land live in darkness?
Occasioned
by nocturnal men in power?
How long
shall evil triumph over good
In our land.
Despair we
will not
For W. S has
shown how
To confront
the monster.
We will
survive
We will re
claim
We will
possess
Our lost
land
We will
clear the land of thieves
Our numbers
shall speak for us
Our numbers
shall stop the usurper of our votes.
Our voices
must die
Our resolve
must not be shaken
Freedom we
desire
Prosperity
for our land we seek
Justice is
all we ask for.
These we
will get
Cos the
abiku of maladministration
Must come to
an end.
Our cries
have woken those gone before us
They are
restless and angry
At a
brother’s inhumanity to his brother
And have
vowed
That come
2015 and beyond
Restoration
of our land must take place.
Wole Soyinka
The trail
blazer
Today, we
honour you
For showing
the way
Unbowed by
the power of evil.
In your life
time
Victory is
sure.
By
Eddy
Aghanenu
