Lent Times In Africa
Ashes in the faces of Africans
some blowing from hands
Lent is here with us as sure deal
Food is playing hide and seek
water lives underground
dustbins are empty
nocturnal animals share the fast
This is Lent without priests
no holy mass to be celebrated
no church-goers to be active
but all are in Lent times
Keep your fingers crossed
someone is to die on Holy Friday
he may not be Son of God
Messiah he may not be
A Jew he is not to be
but a man born among us
not the prince of peace
anointed by popular acclamation
blessed by the underworld
rejected by the skies
He will die on Cross of Gold
and will not rise on the third day
So the waiting continues
in Africa
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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