Walking into the secrecy of minds
Locked deep in wishdom
I met yearnings of many kinds
Hidden deep in needdom
With huge parcels in binds
Hoping for God’s grantdom
As shy nails shout of their fears for giving ways
II
Minds who need partners occasionally sit and stare keenly
Into the eyes of preachers
Shouting “Amens” to everything feminine or masculine
Skilfully looking around for faces with inscriptions like “the chosen”
Hoping all fine clothings carrying fine faces
Who have fine manners and fine voices
Their “ones”
III
Minds which hide yearnings of wealth have their ears pinned
To anything money
Their eyes glued to anything rich
Their noses stand guard to anything expensive
As their hands seek to be greased by any rich hand around
Nothing escapes their rich haunts
IV
Minds which hide deep the yearning for fame
Jump at the slightest opportunity for showmanship
Hoping to have eye contacts with any random camera
Shouting for attention where music bleeds
Shouting for loving preaching cries
Their clawful soles assembling congregation
Higher than the preachers
V
Minds which hides sicknesses
Cry from deep within their needs
Promising promises meant for saint in their sinful hides
Pulling facial muscles to give themselves away
Shedding tears when God’s compassion stands in voices
Kneeling when deliverance is mentioned
VI
Minds hiding pains of child blessings
Sit, pray and steal glances at children riding in arms
Or on shoulders
or on the grounds
Looking beyond all naughtiness
And wishing for God to see their parcels of need
V
Minds needing to travel have their minds on travellers
Then on preachers
Then on God
To help with connections
With prayers
With ease, respectively
As litigants cry for God’s defence
Thinking all opposition evil
Forgetting they are themselves a part
VI
Why do beings think like that?
Why do they charge so high in bribes on earth
And seek to bribe God above for little favours?
Dressing like saints but asking to taint
The church is a disco of need today
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Mum Cee 