My Raven

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