Like a cow
Eschewing its thoughts
The worship bells
Choked my throat
Penned me to my pagy leaf
Sunday mournings
Have my sins been so many?
Stop confessing guiltily
What you profess so
Guiltlessly.
Monday is the new Sunday.
If you want to meet God,
Look for Him on Monday –
On Sunday, Saturday and Friday He is far far away,
Tired of our hypocrisy.
-Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
