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I opened my heart 
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Our land is in FAMINE
Almost like that of the Israelites
I cried with millions
Wept for an ailing nation
Tubers of yam makes us yawn
Tomatoes puts us all in comatose
Bag of rice in crises
Garri soaking becomes a trend
I longed 
I craved 
For my Raven's miracle

I opened my heart again
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven
Raven miracle I seek
Elijah was treated to a royalty by Raven 
Fetching him balance diet daily even in famine
He then drinks in a special brooks
Why not me God!!! I want my Raven miracle

Raven!!! Elijah's Raven
Raven !!! My own Raven
The creature with a shiny black feathers
Weird, mythical ...scary yet emit miracle
Smart, evil in disguise ... smells dark omen
Yet fetched Elijah three square meal
Largest in the crow family of birds

I opened again but not my heart
This time it is my mouth of hunger
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
 Raven miracle I seek
My voice became stronger for Him to hear
He is my shepherd I shall not want
Even as young lions lack
And suffers hunger in anger
I shouted" I shall not want"
I receive by faith the word
And I started chewing 
Pretending to be an Elijah
Behold, food was on my table 
I found myself devouring chicken in full
On a table full of varieties of food to maw
But no one else was eating
They all looked hungry and fagged out
I got a disdainful eyeing...
I heard them hissing profusely
Yes, it was like that table prepared before David 
The same table God prepared before his enemy
I got their message 
They weren't my friends  
But there was more to go round
Why become selfish ...greedy
I beckoned to them without uttering a word  
They swamped on me ... on the food
Then, someone tapped me on a long chair
Those bed-bug infested chairs ...   
" Brother Stephen... why are you snoring?
We are through with the service
Remember that fasting continues tomorrow
And bring along your Prophet offerings
The Lord be with you"
The white-bearded man bid me bye 
My mouth was still ajar
Finding expression for my thought
 


Alayande Stephen T.
21st, August, 2016
A Story from the Sunday Service
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