Love Poem: Rhetorics On the Nigerian Church

Rhetorics On the Nigerian Church

A billion dollar structure to worship
An invisible God.
Why there are a billion persons 
Who go to bed hungry.
This God in whose image we were all created
Did He create the Rich 
And then separated them from the poor?

What pleases God more?
Our pastors keep saying tithes and offerings.
But then,
This cannot be Love.
Yet our preacher said 'He's a God of love'

Does any of these make sense to you?

Yes! To you, Mr Mbaka.
Or aren't you a priest anymore?
You are a christian alright?
A priest like his flocks are Christians right?

A pastor like  a priest.
Are similar, in serving this True God  in one way:
They are always Rich.
Or are they among the few Meek who the good Lord
Commanded to inherit the goodness of the earth?

Last Sunday; like every other Sunday 
An old haggard looking mama came and on the alter,
This holy and sanctified alter, she dropped her widow's mite.
Unfortunately for this mama who died 
Tuesday afternoon;
Cause of death being chiefly hunger.

So sir, 
Does your church, the building i mean sir;
Does it bear the burdens and the true needs 
Not the wants of the likes of that old haggard 
Looking mama that died just two days after
Dropping her widows mite.

Because the preacher man said;
'To receive from God;
One must first give all they have
To get all they want'.
How true is this, 
Your most senior apostle?.




Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare