Don't look like what I've been through
Don't show where I've been
Don't display my sweat
Don't look pale in the Harmattan season making me look like a cadaver
Don't shine weirdly after a day under the hot sun like Mama Kumi's akara
Don't wrinkle when I'm old and frail
Finally, don't ask me what I need you to look like!
If I knew the address of happiness,
My body and soul would sail with me to its residence
I'd sit on its porch and beckon to it
I'd ask for my share of glee
Never would I leave without a nucleus of happiness in my cells
But I know not where it dwells.
Wavering faith, that's all I got for now
I pray like forever
Do I get an answer?
No, I get almost nothing!
I'm at that point
Where prayer seems not to matter anymore
Because I've prayed about the same thing for years
But I get a one-tenth response
When I complain aloud,
All I hear is, "Have faith
Faith, for how long?
A mustard seed kinda faith is supposed to give me a miracle
My mountain-like faith gets me silence
I'm disappointed repeatedly
And, I'm probably angry
Maybe faith isn't it
Maybe there's something else
Maybe it's the place of grace
Maybe it's all about mercy
If these will fit me,
I want a large dosage
And I need faith as the icing.
