By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Because I’m not a protestant
Everyone thinks I’m a Muslim
But I’m a Catholic and a staunch one too
What matters on this God’s earth, I tell you
Is not the wine skins but the skin wines
Besides, do we look a gift horse in the mouth?
Some day, somewhere, some how the Master will rant
He will weep and strike his breast for those who persecute him
In his omniscient macrocosm of two
He must, I’m sure totally exclude the flu
He will order those keeping shrines
To completely decamp and move south?