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The Agwu diocese,
With scattered outstations,
Parishes in primitive cities,
Chief priests ordained
For each services.
Some worship in the morning,
While many worship in the evening,
Worship is worship,
Men faithful worshippers,
Slay Queens song singers.
Burukutu outstations
Are for morning devotions,
Father and son at worship centres,
Though silent prayers uttered
With holy calabash.
Then comes the New Jerusalem
outstations,
Evenings set aside for weekly services,
Officiating ministers ordained,
By the size of their wallets.
Methanol the communion wine,
Cigarette, Indian hemp, and shisha
Are incense of sanctification,
What a holy worship!
Church members in twos,
Skirts and trousers in love,
Facing each other,
Both anointed by alcohol.
Ethanol and methanol
smile at them,
Secret shared,
Shekels sacrificed for pleasure,
Though gainful and painful.
Animalistic desires gratified,
Homes stranded and starved,
Wives curse and caused to weep,
Why blame her for your misfortune?
Retrieve and retract your steps,
Turn a new leaf,
Pervert or perish,
Your deeds speak for you.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on the dangers of taking both local and foreign alcohol. It admonishes people; men and women to eschew from taking too much alcohol, especially women or ladies. The poet uses metaphors to describe the nature of the places men and women go out to drink. The poet uses "Cathedral", "Parishes" and "Outstations" in a metaphoric ways to paint the picture of these drinking locations. The use of "Burukutu outstation" is symbolic, it describes the traditional local alcohol of the Jukun people in Kwararafa Kingdom in Wukari, Taraba State, Nigeria. In these parishes and outstations, men and women worship their 'god' of alcohol in morning and evening. Smoking of weeds and cigarettes are incent of sanctification that santify the worshippers of this religion. They are faithful sinners, who are bond to perish in their worship centers.
- Category: Reflection
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