A Prophet Visited

by Ijeoma Monica Njoku

He came in company of friends,

Smiling, for love has

Extended His hands to

Africa.

The bumps of the rough roads

Make him squirm and shiver.

I saw him pass and I waved

My little flag of white and green.

He saw it and nodded,

Prosperity is come for all

We’ve waited for him all year.

And his message we hold so dear

He talked to us and the air was deep,

His voice clear as the morning

Counselled us.

I heard the prophet speak of love,

For he said that God is love

And I know he was talking to me.