An Ode To Emeritus Prof. Olu Obafemi Poem by Esther Adelana

Asiwaju
Omoajon
towering Iroko of the scholarly grove
with roots that grasps the earth's stories

Asiwaju
Omoajon
your hands turn broken gourds to fancy drums
setting up royalties for dance of festivals

Asiwaju
Omoajon
You sing the songs of Olokun through the gentle waves of history and lore

Asiwaju
Omoajon
Your thought is deeper than the depths of the Oyo River revealing Ifa's mysteries

Asiwaju
Omoajon
Your pen dances like the masquerade spirit
in the twilight of academia's inauguration

Asiwaju
Omoajon
Custodian of cultural heritage
bridger of the old with the new
You are one tree and a forest