THE FALLEN GRAIN

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Look for it
Look for it by all means
And find it
Like the table in Pastor Fai`s church
Find it before the clock strikes twelve
It may not be Big Ben
Or St. Peter`s
But what does it matter?

When the altar candles are lit
And the congregation chants, "Beans! Beans! Beans!"
Don`t alter the temperature outfit
Lest the mass boys and girls, forward lurch
Let the parish chairman do anything but delve
We have nothing to offer, not even a hen
But for daily novenas we have our four Sisters
And to cap it all, the Holy Father.

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