When Wole Writes Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Like the priests have mastered their sacred rites,
the horses celebrate the swords clanging of the bravest knights,
All are anxious to welcome the words that spring out of this pen
Enjoying the rhythm when Wole Writes



Like justice raising the arms of rights
And shooting stars shooting the shiniest among sights
There, resounding beyond the voices of men-
Is a tone so sweet but robust; it delights.


When the great Wole Soyinka writes,
the verses, even Abacha in secret recites.
Pouring from the fountain of that mighty pen,
the bright days have triumphed over the darkest of nights.


Refilling along the banks of the Ogun River,
but, so great a gift, the Almighty is sure the giver.