SELF PORTRAIT OF GOD AS A POEM
It’s afternoon here,
Hot / Hot like Hell fire
A boy sits inside his car punching his phone__
Behind him a preacher in suit approaches __ with a bell in hand
He says : repent for the kingdom of God is at hand /
He says repent : for there is no repentance in the grave/
Somewhere in Ekpoma, / a boy wears his own grief
In order to survive : he has to hawk sachet water under scorching sun
Just across the road , is a boy lying with his hands open as if to say a prayer
& beside him is a girl lying on the floor as if to say : Father give us our daily bread.
She has learn to Carry her own water like the way Jesus carried his Cross
I do not know how to say the word love,
& I do not know how God /planted the /
garden of Eden / between a woman’s legs
The preacher said God is love & love is God / for anyone who does not love / is not of God
Forgive me for I do not know how to love__
Before grand mother died she said these words :
Love is Sacrifice / love is Pain
Love is life / love is death
Love is the way my father cuddles my mother to sleep at night/
like the way a boy cuddles his girlfriend
Love is God painted as a portrait in this poem.
© Samuel Junior Irusota
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