African Poetry:
THE GIRL, THE BISHOP AND THE PIANIST

The piano was somewhere,
at the backdrop.
The atmosphere was
definitely different.
She was shouting
Holy-Ghost repeatedly,
And making some sounds.



The bishop thought the
message had sank
inwardly,
He didnt know she
was merely enjoying the sound
from the piano.



She had fallen out of
Love with the word,
And had risen in love
with his hands.



©Badiru Kehinde 2016
(Poet, Fiction Writer, Editor, Freelance Writer, Graduate Student)

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