I met a preacher

August 8, 2018

I met a preacher

On my way to Migori

He held his bible close

And snuffed his tobacco

Before he shouted hallelujah

He said the end was nigh

But he was just high.

He said he had a revelation

But first he wanted my confession

And a promise to the lord of my dedication

I sipped my brandy Napoleon

And urged him on.

He talked of the rapture

For the sake of my attention

He reminded me about Hosea

And preached about Joseph of Arimathaea

But his throat went dry

And he was set to cry

I offered him a tot

It made him stop the bible to quote.

We rode in silence

Passing the bottle back and forth

Until i saw him start to froth

I begged him to alight

But his eyes shone with strange light

Suddenly he muttered

Father forgive me for i have sinned

And from him life escaped

Years have gone by

Since the strange Goodbye

I still remember the preacher man

Each time i head to Migori

For his soul I always pray

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