She said she wanted a man so holy
So she changed her nice African name to Molly
Caring not about the meaning
Only thankful for the rhyming

Kwame Attah was a farm god
He did go to church on Sunday basis
He lived just right
With no known sins
But Molly said he was unholy

Kwame cried but did leave Molly
And told her to wait for her angelic holy
So she prayed night and day
Telling God to hurry with her man
Begging Him to make him fall
And so it was
That Brother Paul came

He came like a dream
From the university of Oklahoma
Claiming his roots so firm in Christ
His role as the district’s head in development
Won him eldership in the Highest Pentecostal
And so he prayed and prayed in tongues
“Sacramento aziz kiren biz
Hele baba hele baba
Baba kiri zim”

Let a mosquito cry
And Brother Paul will shout
“Sacramento aziz
Hele baba baba baba baba”
Let the wind blow in surprise
Brother Paul will wail like the Satan has descended
“Sacramento aziz
Hele baba baba baba”
And so it was that all the ladies chased
But he saw none other than Molly

A happy Molly got her holy
But that never ended her lonely story
Her man read her in the palm of Christ
So when passions rose
Brother Paul called “Jesus”
Sister Molly’s name was never on his lips
But it was she who gave the pleasure
Her foods were always to be sanctified
With all evil cast out hours on end
Her dressings were to be modeled like maids from 1529
She was to fast for half all months
To make sure the spirit lived with them

One sad day when she fasted in tears
She decided to go to the store house and weep
What met her eyes
Shot her like a bullet
There eating like a glutton
Was her holy husband
She looked at him
And packed her bags
And that ended her faith and the tale
Of the holies in Sacramento aziz
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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. :)

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