I saw a mad man up the hill

Going to church by his free will

I followed keenly forgetting my bill

And hid in silence as the congregations still


The preaching pastor stopped and wailed:

Where are the ushers who have failed?

Do you wish to listen to the derailed?

Be up and doing and sack this derailed


The mad man lifted some huge sticks

Threatening all to pick their picks

All he wanted was to join the sicks

A threat to sack him will cost some sticks


You needed eyes there to see the messed cue

Of runners who shed their colours and turned to blue

None thought of anything in two

Everyone rushed out in time so due


I stood at a distance and watched them run

I never knew the mad man who smiled like the sun

So when the pastors stood bruised by the run

I tried to enter and saw the mad man


He was kneeling in front of the pulpit

Asking God why he dug this pit

I watched with interest as he took his veil

Not a mad man but the Man Himself looking so pale


He asked His people what the Bible says

Who but God orders all the pays?

How could they sack the needy and the hurt?

With shame and fails all faces were hurt

I went to kneel so I could also be blessed

His disappointments were registered and deeply stamped

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

23 replies on “THE MAD MAN IN CHURCH”

Cecilia this is a very sensitive and compassioaten poem, and yet it is very filled with truth and is hard hitting! To do both in the same poem is very difficult and you did so in a wonderful way! A great poem!


Thougt provoking post. Thank you.

For me this isn’t just about the church or any other religion for that matter. Our attitude culturally toward mental health patients must change on the continent. Most people with mental health problems lived on the road sides, in Nigeria for example they have been collecting folks from major cities to be returned to their home town as they were seen as menace to our “very perfect” cities.

I ask my self if the ‘mad people’ in my home town were ‘cursed’ by the witches in their various villages, who is behind the American, British, Italian etc ones? This is sort of question that could help us better separate myths from reality.

A pastor or any church goers aren’t necessarily going to be any nicer to the ‘madman’ in the street corner if she still believes mental health problem is contagious.


I lived across the street from a church, to me it’s not. It’s the same as you say. Religion has gone from God to a Club. Where there is a cover charge to get in. This just didn’t start it’s been happening for a very long time. It’s sad to say but it is a truth. That why I try to find my spirit where there isn’t any walls. Great one. Many blessings Cecilia

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