​CHURCH PALAVA

They say he who fetches water

Breaks the pot

So he who goes to sit under Odomankomah’s umbrella

Enjoys the shade under torrential rains

And is able to dodge the scorching sun

But did I fall into an army of hungry ants

Bathed with sugar?

I went to the temple

To listen to the gospel

And saw some Adam’s apples

Dancing on God’s perfected tree

 Winking flirtatiously in whispers with the blowing air

To wake the demons asleep in my throat

Agya ei!

If Adam who had direct contact with Nyankopon Twereduampong 

Couldn’t resist just one apple in temptation

How could I resist the many

Whose succulence filled the lenses of my eyes

Wherever I turned?

This na church palava!


II

Our elders know best

That is why they asked that sleeping dogs be allowed to lie

Even when new wounds are formed

So who asked them to wake mine

When I had multiple gun shot and arrow wounds?

There were the needy prayers

Whose voices could wake the rotten dead

The lusty preacher

Whose eyes could pierce through a heart millions of miles away

Combing through in selection

And oh

I saw the mutual winks with some apples

And I felt the fallen and ones being hunted to be plucked

What was I to do?

Rome’s rules are meant to be followed

There were the long hands

Waiting for the coffers to taste the dew of darkness

There were the ladder climbers

Combing through hidden CV’s to find their bearing frames

And two leggeds calling with body light

For a pair to pair

So why couldn’t I take a bite of an apple

From a tree which saw to my birth

When doctors say their needles are kept away

When an apple a day is taken?

This na church palava!


III

With these walking noisily in my mind

Why did the preacher pick his words from the scented flowers

Of songs of Solomon?

Where the allure of seduction walked like a beautiful mermaid

Sent by the goddess of twisted love

To harvest ripe and growing tree muds

Whose power bombs are locked away in cages?

Why did they have to open these safes with fire?

Ei!

This na church palava!


IV

Every crown must have thorns

Every clothes must have biting ants

Every pillow must have haunting dreams

Every bed must have piercing thorns

As every right goat and its stinking pate

Chai!

Akuoko!

Here I stand amidst three apples

Now knowing they were harmless fruits

Whose hurt could turn them blood suckers

Which part of my body will first taste a vampire teeth?

Oh! And just after church service!

This na proper church palava!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (a) July 2, 2017

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