Friday, 17 November 2017



Man of God,
if you don't bribe me with
fifty percent of the tithe and offering
that you got today,
I will tell Opondo how one morning
I caught you inserting the nipple
of his wife's breast inside
your mouth.

As a matter of fact,
if you don't give me ten bags of
maize flour out of the eleven bags
that the church donated to you
last week,
I will show everyone pictures of you
taking Allango's daughter in a
guest house for consumption.
I will magnify the picture so that all
eyes can see the packet of condom
that sat on the right hand of your palm

Man of God,
do not try me.
If you won't give me five acres
out of the six acres of land
that the church donated to you,
I will spill the beans.
I will tell everyone that you used me
to hire people who talk in tongues
and faint when you begin to
chase evil spirits away.

As a matter of fact,
give me a "shut - up" gift.
I want the car that the church
donated to you.
If you give it to me
I will shut my loose tongue
for good.
I won't say that you are the owner of
the brothel that's littering the city with
glittering harlots at the dead of the night.

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