The glorious journey of a thousand mile
Begins with one step that is determinedly intriguing.
From toddles to scurries
To those mischievous steps of Ajanaku
Before your statue, I droop; a
modification of akimbo
having being sated by the honey of your words
dripping down on my scalp, the aroma
of which creates a black halo
around my head.
Your words, serrating my mien,
Call out the best of my inner world to action
To the sights of waterfalls amidst the goddesses of idi aro
To the depths of minds, so corruptible
not to be seen in an instant
To the beauty of virgin village girls,
beating their legs to the rhymes of agidigbo
And like a maker,
With the creative essence of a god,
Whitens the spaces around the world
With your oeuvre not of belles-lettres.
(In celebration of the birth anniversary of Adeojo Kolawole Hannibal Adeyemi, this 24th of March, 2015)