WOES OF A VICAR

Stories are told

Of a vicar who only preached

About hell fire and its recipe

He expounded on lies

Fornication,

Adultery,

Divorce,

Lack of submission,

Quarrelling,

Lack of respect,

Cheating,

And many others

His bulky wife had a mouth as sharp as a double edged sword

She was a lioness who wore angelic clothes in public

Only to leave her claws, carnivorous teeth and burning eyes

Bare at home

She pounded the vicar like fufu in a mortar

Until the whole town got to know of the vicar’s sickness

Of natural bruises

A time came when he couldn’t take it any longer

He asked his congregation:

Who heals the preacher’s heart when he is worried?

Who listens to the preacher when he needs ears?

Who will be the preacher’s preacher?

He unveiled his blinded left eye and his lioness

And divorce walked in by itself

So I ask, will he go to heaven

Or become an ingredient of hell?

We are roped by laws

Laws we understand not

Laws which will take us there,

There, in the cooking pot of hell

To join its fire.

By amoafowaa