dilemma of a marriage

Like bees to nectar, we became attracted;
Through encouragements and devotions,
Confidants and best friends we became.
“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health”,
A solemn vow, entered in a joyous mood,
In the midst of our families and friends,
A beautiful whole, we have become.

A truly harmonious marriage, we visualised;
A common good, we sought to seek,
The sun as our guide, till the dusk of life.
A hovering cloud, a little shower of rain–
A bump on asphalt and cracks appeared,
With regrets, I curse that moment,
For we were the happiest of them all.

Accusations, allegations and fault finding;
Quarrelsome acts, substituted for our love,
Mercy recoiled, reason slipped to town,
Emotions nestled itself in the cranial cavity.
Two dichotomized beings, we evolved into,
Different contexts, two distinct individuals,
A far cry from a stunning couple.

How could love have escaped us?
Our laughter was music for the birds,
Blessing found its presence in our sight,
Joy, the winged fairy, lighted our paths.
And dedication felt warmth in our embrace,
How, she longs for such melodious passion,
A crossroad, our marriage has come to.

religion is sick

O Religion, you are very sick!
Filled to the brim with deceit and greed.
You lend yourself, the umbilical cord,
For the poor, the frustrated and the ailing.
Aren’t we all under the weather?

An invisible entrepreneur, you are;
In the howling storm, you offer relief,
Intangible products, displayed on your shelves,
At prices that leaves our pockets empty,
And yours full, it’s your little secret.

You are in bed with politicians!
The very virus causing our ailment?
Irony is a shaggy dog story,
No wonder, your profits are not taxed.
A charity? The richest industry, I say.

You make more money in a day,
Then weekly transactions on the stock market.
Through sermonization of prosperity;
Your congregation question not your objectives,
For fear of offending God.

You shout your goodness from the roof tops;
Materialism and consumerism has replaced your love,
Respect amongst men do you seek and ask for.
Compassion has lost its place in your heart,
Dining and wining amidst the suffering of the feeble?

The old way of worship is no longer fitting,
Tis the season when we enjoy the fruits;
Of our fathers’ labour, your homily delivered.
Give, believe and you will receive;
Truth twisted to outfit a selfish generation.

O Religion! A miracle we implore for thee;
You no longer trod the long narrow road,
Because you are so fat, partially blind and lame.
Your celebrity status is costumed by arrogance,
You have found solace on earth.

O Religion, in your affliction, you forgot;
The very canon you have preached for centuries,
Tis miracles you demand from Onyankopon-
How sick you are, testing the Lord God?
Implore His mercy, and turn away from your sins.