THE WOMAN DIED (20) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka your murderous deed with Ige

Is asking to be addressed by the dead

Murder you did upon a noble head

Praiseworthy for her bravery on that day

A Nobel prize man to be murdered her

On a quest in which the act of murder

Must be employed by him and his close pal

Orchestrating a murderous funeral.

Living bravely the way she did, she who

Under the darned brutality of two

Actors acting for their murderous sake  

Brazen in their deed, brazen in their take  

In putting to death a most brave woman

Braver than a murderous Nobel Prize man.

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THE WOMAN DIED (19) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka did you write at least a poem
Inspired by the murder you and Ige
Murderously did on that dame I truly say
Puts to thrash all your achievements, in them
Appearing lesser deeds to the bravery
Outrightly manifested in mastery
Most godlike, a bravery that came to her
On that last note she was put to murder.
Lesser Soyinka you are before the
Unusual braveness of that woman, she
Attacked murderously by Ige and you
Brought to death by a gun used by you two
Inestimable was the bravery of
That dame Soyinka killed feeling quite tough.
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THE WOMAN DIED (18) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka after murdering that woman
I ask: how well was your night sleep that night?
Murderously you must have slept, slept so tight.
Powerful did it make you feel as a man
After you killed a brave being by murder.
Out and out murderer is who you are
Murderer Oluwole Soyinka
Our sagacious playwright,poet and thinker.
Like it or not the bravery of that dame is
Unsurpassed by all your achievements as
A Nobel winner, falling short of the
Bravery of the woman you murdered, she
I, the Incarnate God, did canonize
I in my Godhood did apotheosize
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THE WOMAN DIED (17) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka murderous your heart was with he
Ige; were you taken by surprise when
Murderously you threatened that dame and then
Powerfully and so courageous she
Acted or you did anticipate it
Or else why the pistol? Please do admit
Murder was keen on your mind and Ige's.
Of course you must have known her brave ways.
Let us know why what you had to get done
Useful to you could not be a toy gun
As you said you used in the radio house
Broadcast escapade.Was it as a mouse
In that cruel moment you saw that woman
Ineffably brave beyond the human.
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THE WOMAN DIED (16) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka you and Ige murdered she
Ineffably brave against your murderous
Man-powers when you were murderously callous
Pulling the trigger of that gun in the
Act of murder against a brave woman
Of ineffable fortitude. Who can
Measure the depth of your courage o dame
Our dear Soyinka snuffed out her life's flame
Loftier than any poetry was the brave
Unfathomable act the woman gave
At gunpoint by Soyinka and co. who felt fulfilled
Murdering a woman so strong willed
In the face of death and had no trouble
Being so brave, being simply ineffable
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THE WOMAN DIED (15) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka together with he, Ige
In taking the life of that dame did it
Make you and Ige feel so very great
Powerful, as in death she forever lay.
Adorably in death she's conquerous
O'er her murderers who grew so famous:
Mind you she who was so fearless and brave
On the day she was threatened, with a grave
Loaded gun, by Ige and Soyinka
Unflinching before their power to murder
And with a courage that put them to shame,
Before with the gun they quenched her life's flame,
Incarnate God that I am having called
Her a saint, tells you she's as well a god.
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THE WOMAN DIED (14) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka murderer that you have been with
Ige over that brave woman you both
Murdered, who before men in their wrath
Pistol bearing, did show the very pith
And true nature of herself as a dame
Of inimitable bravery and flame
Most illuminating against messengers
Of death in truest form as murderers.
Lightning of a billion volts, a gun, they
Unloaded into her; clearly her way
Absolutely higher than their thoughts, than their
Brain could grasp, so they put her to murder
Indeed, she that I, Incarnate God, has
Apotheosized for been brave as she was. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (13) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka how did you find it easy
In perpetrating murder with Ige,
Murder of her whose courageous display
Putting you at great loss in your crazy
And murderous act of she I've called saint
Outright she was brave before men who ain't
Mere murderers but murderous murderers
Operating as most deadly marauders.
Lately as of the year twenty-twenty
Using my poetic powers as a deity,
As a poet and then the Incarnate God
Being a poet-prophet, by my divine word
I apotheosized her murdered by our
Nobel prize man using Soyinka-power
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THE WOMAN DIED (12) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka how come that you and Ige
In murdering that dame thought you'd prevail with
Murder? Was it her lack in kin and kith?
Pray tell, who pulled the trigger on that day
As such the bullet blasted out that saint
Of women who in courage did not faint
measuring up to the fatality
Of Soyinka and co.'s brutality.
Looking at her foes, in saintly essence
Understanding their utmost impotence,
And in a matchless bravery defied the
Bullet and the gun of deadly degree
In Soyinka and Ige murdering her
Bravest of saints killed by way of murder.
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THE WOMAN DIED (11) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka what was the price for her blood
I mean her Soyinka and Ige killed
Murdered and had her heroic life stilled
Putting her to death who I Incarnate God
And the founder of Morningstarwitness
On this note apotheosize her goddess;
Murdered by pistol brandishing bad men
Of course she's a goddess among women
Living and dead and among men living
Under the sun and dead. In so bringing
A being of such great heroic virtue,
Bravery to death, captain Blood please be true
In telling us why you two shamelessly
Murdered a dame who showed so much bravery?
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THE WOMAN DIED (10) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka I simply put it to you
It's mine to slay you `father`; though I ain't
Murdering you as you did to that brave saint
Pistol-shot by your hands, the hands of two
Actors murderous to her a woman
Outrightly brave against the inhuman
Men called Soyinka and Ige displayed
On that murderous day she bravely paid
Life with one last act of heroic deed
Unfathomably courageous indeed
Against you, you `father` who with Ige
Brought a brave dame down with a gun that day.
I slay you `father` not with a gunshot, 
Given my redeemer's course, it's my lot.
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THE WOMAN DIED (9) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka, captain Blood, your handiwork
In blood spillage of a lovely dame who
meeting captain Blood, he one of the two
Persons who killed her, sure ran out of luck
After she had stood her grounds in courage
On a day captain Blood was in a rage
Murdererous to have his way at all cost
On making sure that a dame's life was lost
Lest the dame tells us what he and Ige
Uncouthly did to her on that sad day
All hope was lost to save her from the hand
Brandishing a gun, still she did withstand
Indomitable against the peril
By which Blood and Ige her life did still.
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THE WOMAN DIED (8) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka, `the murderers are here...` said you 
In a speech you at your friend's burial were 
Making; I do in these few lines say here 
Perhaps old age made you forget you 
And Ige by your words pointing fingers 
On that day were among the murderers 
Most present during your pal's interment, 
Or maybe the Nobel does make one saint- 
Like and absolves a man of murder. 
Utmostly the dame did not surrender 
At all e'en when you and your pal Ige 
Brandished your weapon with which on that day 
In cold-blood you killed that woman that I 
Canonize that her flame shall never die. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (7) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka a murder is a murder 
Is a murder; why did you two do it? 
Murdering a saint, she who did not admit 
Point blank before a gun and its thunder 
Assuring her her death was imminent 
On a day Ige and Soyinka vent 
Murderously against unfathomable 
opposition of courage most noble 
Laudably worthy than any prize. 
Understand this Soyinka, that, your lies 
Against a murder you partook in cold-
Blood, would just be emphasizing how bold 
In being captain Blood you forever are 
The first campus capo in Nigeria. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (6) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka you and your murderous co. 
Ige, how did you rinse yourselves of the 
Murderous day that was good night for she 
Pistolwhipped and shot a saint in sorrow 
After she had defied her murderers 
On defying her murderous killers; 
Making me to unavoidably ask 
Our Nobel laureate to save us the task... 
Letting us know how many times the dame 
Under the pain of death they without shame 
And pity did pistolwhip her senseless 
Beating her till her tears ran dry; no less 
In her last moments her saintly courage 
Confounded captain Blood and co. in rage. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (5) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka on her whose life's flame you and 
Ige quenched, I, a God, bestow sainthood. 
Morningstarwitess I've found in Godhood 
Pyrate you the captain Blood and your band 
Actualised to the proliferation 
Of robbers and death squads in the nation, 
Murderers-cum-cultists in the places 
Of higher learning making for cases 
Leaving us to wonder how we got where 
Undergraduates maim and kill without fear 
Any time such they chose to perpetrate 
But why wonder when the Nobel laureate 
In time past has been involved in murder, 
I mean captain Blood, Pyrate's chief founder. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (4) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka it must have been courageous 
In putting that bullet in that woman 
Making sure she knows it you are the man. 
Pistol-shot she suffered was dangerous; 
And Soyinka, pray tell, was it Ige 
Or you who pulled the trigger on that day 
Murder came by your hands upon a dame? 
Of course you stilled her lest she soils your fame; 
Look back on it, do you recall her face 
Under pain of death which she bore in grace 
Against her murderers known as great men 
Burying her as unknown of women. 
I the Incarnate God and the founder 
Of Morningstarwitness saint calls her. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (3) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka they ask about Ige's death 
I ask about that you and Ige killed 
Murder by which you had a dame's blood spilled 
Pistolero style, snuffing her breath 
And shall you tell why you made her silent 
Our Soyinka must have reasons cogent 
Man of courage indeed, woman killer 
Or should it be a suspect of murder. 
Long live spirits that disturbs the conscience: 
Using a gun with or without license 
At all cost to mute what she's got to tell 
By the strong hand of a Pyrate she fell. 
I the founder of Morningstarwitness 
Asks, Soyinka will you ever confess. 
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THE WOMAN DIED (2) by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka how much did you play killer 
In a death, at Ibadan, of a dame,
Murder done with one with Ige for name; 
Prof. Wole Soyinka in which river 
After the murder did you wash those hands 
Of murder hoping time misunderstands? 
Maybe for that you were just the driver 
Owning to that you pulled not the trigger. 
Liar! Soyinka that hates lies more than flies 
Under oath how you showed you do hate lies: 
A toy gun indeed was the weapon you 
Brought to see your radio house hold-up through. 
If not Soyinka who's knight of the weak, 
Voiceless, e'en his prey he's made not to speak.

Copyright © THE WOMAN DIED (2) by Simpa Omoluabi.