The church calls

Won’t you heed to the call of change?

The church calls through the voices of cocks

Won’t you wake to the sounds they make?

Wake to the sounds  of the fashionistas

Wake to the sounds of the “lusters”

Wake to the sounds of pastors who mentor on beds with passion

Wake to the calls of the stooges who hold the legs of the church

You can also wake to the sounds of the pure hearted who prays for peace

In a church with many groups

You have a choice to join any

That is what modernity has done to the church

Divisions in division

Like a little potato shared among the countless

Oh wait!

Wake or they may crush like they crashed the gods of indigenous Africa

Just a naughty thought

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015