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Poems For ReviewFor Wole Soyinka by TeniBaba(op): 8:12am On Oct 23, 2008
FOR WOLE SOYINKA

Wet wood in blazing hearth,
Erudition will not burn
In the flames
Of untutored tongues-
Yet it may dance
to their stuttered tunes.

My heart-drum beats
Its solitary accompaniment
To my humble tone-
I sing for
One with a voice so deep
And pure-
Let him dance, o, let him hear!

Hallowed voice will not dissolve.
Air rises
From rebornable leaves
To quicken the resolves
Of many more-
Consecrated black
That whips away the dark.

See! It rouses new ones:
New voices
That are but echoes
Of the old, bold, ever-vibrant voice.

And though the mouth
Must someday be closed,
The life it has breathed
Will linger still;
Till all the traders, beggars
And thieves have gone
Their various ways
To their various homes.
And this market closes
Her silenced gates.
Foreign AffairsRe: The Great Nation Of Biafra by TeniBaba: 2:07pm On Oct 22, 2008
Can somebody explain something to me? Is secession only possible through strife? Cos I really think we should let these people go. I believe it will take away nothing except mutual disrespect. Let us allow them to work toward realising their full yellow sun.
LiteratureHonour To Whom It Is Due by TeniBaba(op): 1:30pm On Oct 22, 2008
FOR WOLE SOYINKA

Wet wood in blazing hearth,
Erudition will not burn
In the flames
Of untutored tongues-
Yet it may dance
to their stuttered tunes.

My heart-drum beats
Its solitary accompaniment
To my humble tone-
I sing for
One with a voice so deep
And pure-
Let him dance, o, let him hear!

Hallowed voice will not dissolve.
Air rises
From rebornable leaves
To quicken the resolves
Of many more-
Consecrated black
That whips away the dark.

See! It rouses new ones:
New voices
That are but echoes
Of the old, bold, ever-vibrant voice.

And though the mouth
Must someday be closed,
The life it has breathed
Will linger still;
Till all the traders, beggars
And thieves have gone
Their various ways
To their various homes.
And this market closes
Her silenced gates.

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