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Having got addicted to sin
I hear the message of salvation
From a white robed preacher man
I turned to be a church man

The church became my resting abode
I became gentle as the dove
I longed to be intimate with God
I sought to have a heart of Gold

When he mounts the pulpit
I see my life under my armpit
For he pinpoints my iniquities
Before my rugged face

In a noisy solitude, I shed tears
Of accumulated pain and agony
I longed to get harmony
For he said “it is only in Christ Jesus”

Surfing the net at night
The preacher man chats me up at night
I felt it was a salvation message
I felt like a lamb on a slain massage

His words are bitter sweet
Like that of a garrulous priest
God! The Preacher man is a gay
I became dumbfounded, I knew nothing to say

Memories of my past bumped in
Like an outrageous rush of the wind
I thought I was a rugged sinner
The preacher man is a charismatic robber.

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.