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Touch not my anointed

Touch not my anointed

By: Muhammed Bello


The anointing nullifies his sin. 

What do you anticipate from a man in the shadow 

If not to take cover?

& the righteous not only wins a soul 

But also wins their wealth with his sugarcoated mouth 

—

In my city, the righteous man performs bogus wonders; 

Gives the sick and vulnerable hope other than medical intervention while he rakes in cash.

—

Touch not my anointed neither by your word 

Or action for he doesn’t take your money for deliverance 

He rather remits it to the upper forces that guides his hands

—

He feeds his gathering wine and bread each Sunday; 

the blood & flesh of Christ tainted by his sin. 

bloodied hand; 

In my city, a young maiden snuffs a light 

all because she carried the evidence of his disgrace.

—

When the man of God is your marriage counsellor 

He deserves every taste of the holy communion 

That comes from your spouse —

The flesh. The bread. The blood. The ointment 

That oozes from beneath her thong. 

—

Touch not my anointed 

Because men of God are men too 

& men are mere mortal beings 

Who err. Men of God are not

royals. They are like town criers


I’m a student of Education & English language, Unilorin. I volunteer for charity as a way of giving back to the society. I currently serve as the Asst. Resource manager for TNCI Africa and I tweet @mobwords.


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