The Missioneries

My father, My father, your son’s and daughters have come from far a way to take care of your business. We have denied the milk and honey at home just to eat grass in the strange land. We have come to your presence with a swelling heart, The heart that has tasted pain in the hands of strangers. We came with the truth but they received us with the arrows that pierce the heart. We the fireflies came to give light in the land of darkness but the reptiles that hid in the field is swallowing the light. We held in our hands the truth but they rewarded us with guns and Matchets. We hid to take care of your sheep’s but our light expose us to them. Why we the light of the world is being perish in the land of strangers? We knew they have refused our love, We knew they have rejected our message but they are defenseless against our prayers. As we stand in your presence with our eyes and noses flowing like Boti falls and our ribs lay outside like Gambaga escarpment. Our souls can not omit your message that keeps on burn hot within our hearts and bones and we can not keep silent.