If heaven was a stone’s throw
folks would have dissected a formula
in a closed door meeting
to pay God an August visit
catch him unawares
legs astride
fling Him into abyss
afterwards,
march with placards
engraved with chants of victory
hashtags in vogue
so, on this day I conclude that
God must be a sweet-talker
with a plethora of servants
who serve half-baked sermons
to famished congregants
deaf clerics
who show off to a myopic lot
sugarcoating words
stitching their hollow pockets
with meagre stipends
from impoverished worshippers
leaving them to crumbs
God is a popular street lad
everyone’s friend
yet no one has had an eye contact with him
his favorite game must be hide and seek
how men claim to read his mind
blind folks
you say,
you hear him in your slumber
somewhere close to your dreams
tell me if He is numb
or just a biased folk
who speaks only to a selected few
let’s schedule a meeting to visit the clouds
sneak into God’s sacred chamber
this time,
hire the choicest paparazzo
take shots of his chiseled looks
and broad shoulders
gasp over his gigantic stature
dark-skinned
melanin popping
I bet he would be photogenic
God must have a fancy look
with a clean-shaven haircut
in a vintage jumper
no need editing his pictures
thereafter, the bouncers would
bundle Him for a grand return to earth
let’s confront God to a blunt discourse
sashay to the red carpet
for an exclusive interview
tease him to an impromptu talk
and watch him stutter between words
fast-paced trying to catch his breath
then, swallow his words
I bet God is not
who you paint him to be
with grey moustache
and unkempt beards
yearning to be barbered
it would be an honor watching our keypad warriors rant
so, the next time you look forward
to hearing from God
remember,
He might be an introvert
too reserved for the public eye
perhaps,
that’s why he hoards his address
and lurks in the sky
in all,
what if God was a female
somewhere in a pool of blood
nursing her cramps
frail
and too fragile to rule the world
someone definitely needs to
pay heaven a visit