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.
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.