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    TODAY
    Today I went to church
    You didn’t see me?
    Me with a charcoal black Italian suit?
    Me with black echoing dazzling exorbitant Mexican shoes?
    Majestically treading straight-Yuck!
    To the well arranged, dirty wooden seats-Yuck!
    Near the holy altar of God
    Me with a dusty, black leather bible of God?
    I thought you saw me
    Today was in church.

    Today I went to church
    The old had vanquished
    The proud juvenile had arrived
    The green gorgeous female buds I once knew
    Now were baffled around like the nagging shadow
    With millions of multinutritioned siblings
    Their once well shaped triangular ripe breasts on their torsos’
    Were now masses of skinny emaciated flaccid flesh
    I stretched my thick hand to my Godly male comrades
    And it was left screaming in pain
    For theirs
    Were jogged, rough rugged rocks
    Definitely the hands that had built
    The storied house of the president
    You didn’t see me?
    Today I was in church

    Today I went to church
    To go again I will never
    Never!
    The priest called me a filthy sinner
    A repugnant sinner!
    The holy priest isn’t a sinner?
    For he makes the motherless mothers?
    They were fertile women realizes the young girls?
    Feeling total contentment in his craving loins
    Tittering at the brink of divorce makes
    The strong bonded couples?
    A sinless father indeed he is
    I made a history for today i was in church

    Today I went to church
    And tried to sacrifice
    The one shilling I had in my pocket
    Chingli! The mark it missed
    To the altar it rolled
    Stunning eyes then pricked me
    The ambience smelt of blood full of hatred
    For here people were loved
    From how large what flew from their pockets
    And yes!
    Deafening thundering claps roared
    When I gave one thousand dough for their ever-bleeding harambee
    With envy, their eyes spilt drops of saliva
    With spite, they gazed at my imported suite
    Aha!
    They saw me in church today
    Written by,
    Erick mukiira


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