BEFORE THE BISHOP’S EYES

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I won’t stand down
So don’t waste your time
Don’t even think about it
It won’t work.
Why should I?

I too saw her
The beautiful blue princess from nowhere
I saw her small and well clad doggie
As together they sauntered to church
And entered while the homily was on
Monsignor smiled at her
And said nothing about her lateness
Or the fact that she perturbed the peace of Christ’s mass.

But that’s not what troubles me most
What really bothers me is the plaintiff stained glass window
The altar candle
The peaceful and innocent host
The naïve mass boys
The sweet fragrance of the incense
And the snoring of the catechist on the front bench.

Copyright 2010