Today I rejoice
with the host of heavens
on my home going,
My heart at peace therein;
But I will tell my tales:
I dressed for Mass,
On my way to the holies of holies,
Suddenly there was a blockage,
Un-gun known men halted me
with rifles, their faces masked.
Like a tout, they pushed me out,
Darkness visited my eyes,
We journeyed to God knows where,
Their language sounds strange,
But not far from the map of Nigeria.
On my casouk,
I kept muttering some prayers
\"Lord let thy will be done\"
Within, my soul was at peace,
Then suddenly, a voice thundered.
\"Stop there!
Wanan bawa Allah,
Mai za mu yi da shi?\"
One of them untied my face,
I saw living demons.
My eyes glued to their faces,
Suddenly I asked:
\"Why are you doing this?\"
One thundered a slap to my face,
I found myself hugging the ground.
Within me, I prayed for them
\"Father forgive them,
For they know not, what they do\"
My words seem to have
Filtered from ear to ear.
Suddenly a crying rifle
saluted my soul,
I watched them laugh satanically,
With my knee kissing the dust,
Shortly, I journeyed to the other side.
He said:
\"I will come like a thief\"
I\'m not surprised,
Today, I have paid my dues,
Tomorrow, who is next?
The church must arise!
For her faith is threatened,
The Moon wrestles with the Cross,
Today, a priest of Auchi Diocese
Chineke napu Ekwensu ike.