The Chief Priest Poem by najeeb momoh

The gods are wise.
And tell no lies.
Famous words-
Of the local chief priest.

A poor harvest.
An empty forest.
A shallow stream.
Angry gods.

“Appease the gods”!
He firmly rods,
The ground and swayed
Majestically.

For seven markets.
With seven baskets.
And seven kolas.
From seven chiefs.

The proper ritual; -
A deaf monkey,
A crippled lizard,
A one eyed fly.

The beards of a tortoise,
The whiskers of a snake,
The liver of an ant,
The fingers of a goat.

A crowing hen,
A coughing frog,
A four-year old mosquito,
For the gods of the land.

The gods are wise,
And tell no lies.
The gods have spoken.
The chief priest chants.



(Kola-a native traditional plant grown in Africa. used in ceremonies)