Minister of a Deity

The man
Yes that man in a red robe
Yes the one in black hat
And white chalk over his face
O! Yea he’s the one
The traditional slave
slave to tradition you mean?
I once saw him in my dream
His mission untold
He’s the eyes of the gods
You mean messenger of the gods?
Yea! the carrier of sacrifice
To the creator
To appease the gods
And atone hideous abomination
With abragadabra calls
the spirit of the dead
Spirit of our fathers
And ancestors
Offering prayers of conciliation
It is said that with good tongue
The snail crosses the thorns
And that a man not guilty of any sin
Crosses the waters
On a piece of a calabash
May we never be in need
And not find a helper
I pray for the good of our
People in their farm
And for those at home
For the good of those at work
And for our children at play
Any man who looks at us
With an evil eye
Let him go blind
Live and let live
If the kite perches
Let the eagle perch
Whichever denies the other
The right to perch
May it wing break
Did you say that?
Are you one of them?
Well, these words he said in my dream
To a strange creature
It face I could not behold
minister of the gods.