The Messiah Returns

Worshipping at the altar 

Incense and sweet oils
Fill the air
Odinakagi (it is in your hands) surveys
the temple
And watched from the middle
Of her eye
The priest lowers his gaze
Stumbled over a few words
But slowly recovered
From the piercing gaze
Of the one they call
The Messiah

Odinaobigi (it is in your heart)
She should have been named

For the weight of her bosom
Promises too many delights

You do remember her

Don't you?

The beautiful one

with skin the color of melted honey

and hips the size of the Zambezi

Odinaka narrowed her gaze

in disapproval

pursing thick succulent lips

the color of Ivorian cocoa beans

made in the tropical rainforest

Of the Western coast of the continent

The priest readjusted
His collar

Granules of sweat 
Shimmering on his forehead
It was difficult 
To say the things, he wanted to

 in her presence

 things that will fill 

the collection plate quickly 

and build up the deposit 

for that new private jet 

He had coveted it for a long time

 

Odinaka smiled knowingly 

her gaze now intense

 the saints in the back

 shifted uncomfortably

 And the priest continued with a new sermon 

the truth we seek 

lies within us 

it always has been with us 

some may dig deeper 

 than others to find it 

But no GPS is necessary 

For our salvation lies in the truth

 The truth lives in our hearts