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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

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