Dear Kongi Harvest,

his is my homage to you, our own Professor Wole Soyinka (P-WS). Your accomplishments in all areas speak to discerning minds. We are your followers in the quest to engrave your name in our collective consciousness.

I travel ceaselessly, searching for your mind in the thousand forests of Fagunwa, the folktales of Odunjo, and the silhouette image of Shakespeare. Your audible voice lures and quenches my insatiable quest for an intellectual copy from your egghead.

A journey to your faculty is ongoing and unending! I am couched in your museum to watch the antics and rotten gnomes of the 'Waliasiri' children—the children of the ugly sunset and twilight world (Àw?n ?m? Ìr?`l?´ Aiyé). At yonder, I eagerly fret to see you in person and hug your existential image in your twilight years.

Kongi Harvest, unto you I pay unalloyed allegiance. Your literary acuity is global and curiously mystical. Your ascetic image is a cryptic message adoring your amphitheater of literature and traditions.

I am a worshipper of your Muse. I often pour libations on your idolized mind as I am famished for a semblance of your ageless inheritance. I am an expectant Muse waiting to safely deliver my literary mind in the delivery room of your museum.

The Wàlìá?írì children and non-correctable disfigurement of characters do not know your worth, yet we cannot fix their uncouth-tongued and unnurtured backgrounds! Let's reroute and navigate our journey away from their mundane and evil characters and famished roads.

Your mondo literary wealth, bookish experience, and wizardry metamorphosis always soothe my infinite craving for a measured cognition under your giant, immeasurable, and indelible tutelage.

I am in firm genuflection with handy sacrificial bait to pay allegiance to your angelic icon and image. I am on an unalloyed pilgrimage to your museum to pay sacred homage to our literary mien and idol!