LETTER TO MY PASTOR

BY 

E.I EMEKA

It’s the sixth day

All artistry for the euphoric saints

Angels’ mates assemble to mate tunes

All Check-check, testing-testing one-two

All nooks and crannies thumbs up

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Colours of rainbow floods in

Disco in gratitude, its seventh day!

Copious smile scents as we shake hands

Captivating performance well-rehearsed

All hearts aglow and freshers amazed

Grace ascends the field 

Graced with shinning smiles of explosive

Graced, fitted, suited and perfected

Grace thunders, we eureka!

Graces shared, handshakes for free

Where at our tones?

What rainbow dispersion am i?

Why does my soul go to church

When my body stays home?

Who concur? I miss my seventh day

Suddenly I befriend my sins' author

Suddenly service buffering

Suddenly whatsApp demons clip-clops

Suddenly messenger cronies’ klick

Suddenly Instagram 'Mami-water' pops red

Suddenly Mammon spirit’s oink lures me

To my Pastor

I am Stay-Qua-Lock

Let not data-possession be my new thorn    

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 E.I EMEKA is a multitalented playwright, poet, essayist, feature writer, cultural choreographer and a prolific stage and screen director. Among many others, his debut play "No Nation" was staged at Ibrahim Badamasi Babagida Univeristy Campus. "No Nation" and "Stupid?" is currently on going publication. 

He's into leadership and a mentor with CEPO. And also currently working with SemlarkNet Technologies Limited Abuja.