Unannounced, unwelcomed,
the doorbell I didn’t ring,
and flew the door ajar.

Although we refer to each
other as ‘brothers’,
ours isn’t the brotherhood
of Stalin or Mao but of Christ.

Alone in his office
my pastor and his guest I surprised.
Alone in prayers –
unbuckled belt, topless
unhooked brassieres, pants down.

What do I know about prayers?
When lots of today’s bible verses
have been fine-tuned by Millennia
to sooth our Christians ego –
“Heaven is a personal race!”
I dare not judge where God has not.

© Ugo Nkwoala, 2020

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