And bold blackness of the dark
Patkris you bewailed our fate
To restore the face.
You contraried the winds like an oak
And into huge distance you leaped like a bolt
As our land danced naked
Paddling the darkness.
Segun Oyeniyi in “THE BARD”, SATURDAY SUN, August 13, 2011. Pg 40.
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