Religion
At the altar she stood as Eve
Watching and waiting
For the second coming of the bush doctor
From the blues he descended
Eyes clothes with incenses
He dangles the bottle of olive oil
As though he has seen ghost
Piska dabra abracadabra he mused,
I see danger in their wombs,
But you must appeal our gods
For the gods are hungry
With ten percent of every cowries earn
Shall you offer
I don care what what the white priest thinks about this
They called me bush doctor,
Is it because
Am not a slave to modern religion?
Who are they to judge us?
awoh
kingsley awoh
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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