Sunday

SUNDAY

  

Alarm rings out.....
The rush begins to join in the worship
Making a dash into the bath
To avoid angering the lordship
And missing the blessings in the aftermath
The joyous mood
For the spiritual food
Not minding the lagos ever present queue
We corner our way as usual to his presence
With ready hearts

Now seated in gorgeous dresses
Sometimes trying to outlook the other and get attention
But blocking views with satelites and kojusokos and olowoegbes
And the men wondering if all these could also be called fashion
The children trying hard to look for mum amidst the heavily coloured faces
Confused at how mum that has no brows suddenly grew some behind the black lenses
With the ever present noises of pounding on the floor
Making us wonder if the yam being pounded will ever be ready
Thanks to the ruler length high pointed mouth shoes

All seated with attentions on the ministrations
Seeking solution to distresses
Listening with rapt attention
To the pastors adresses
Young and old all alike
Looking for help amidst the strikes
With bended knees and burdened hearts
Crying out with despairing shouts
To the only one who change the bad

The beauty of the pew
Emanating joy from the few
The smile from the pulpit
Making all fulfilled
Then the news came from the old time preacher
About the goodness of the great teacher
People crying on hearing, trooping out of the pew
To surrender to the alpha and the omega
Who alone can make life better.
                                        IT IS THE WAY OF SUNDAYS
    By agbaje tolulope