It's Sunday again!

By Chukwunonso Nwagbo

It's Sunday again!
A day when we open our wardrobes to get robed in the best of regalia.
A day of who is who in the fashion industry.
A day when decency robes off on the multitude.

It's Sunday again!
A day when many dusts their Bibles.
Most sacred book of all, least read book by all.
Alas! That Holy book will see the light again.

It's Sunday again!
A day set aside for rest and reference to the Most High,
Coincidentally the day people gets high the most on Alcohol and hard drugs.
A day when the bartender makes his highest sales.
And it makes me wonder how many heard the preacher's words.

It's Sunday again!
A day supposedly termed the "white and Holy day".
A day when white lies achieves his biggest feat.
Oh! That colourful day of hypocrisy.

It's Sunday again!
Fewer persons in the church,
More seats occupied in the bars.
Gyration and celebration fills the clubs,
A few hands clap to the Lord.

It's Sunday again!
A day when Irony, the mother of mischief sings her songs of pretence.
The same scarce hands that clapped to the Lord,
Hardly fails to join others in raising bottles and glasses to the god of beer.

It's Sunday again!
That special day when rice gets honoured the most.
While our other precious delicacies gets shoved away like a host of motes.

It's Sunday again!
Robed in white and purple flowing garments of shame,
A day when our National thieves brings a fraction of the loot to the church.
That rare day when they step into the sanctuary with a hope of receiving grace to evade the mortuary.

It's Sunday again!
That sweet and precious day when my Heavenly Father should be gloried,
How greatly sour has her sweetness turned.

Oh poor Sunday!
That beautiful day when the brothel gets patronisers to the full.
And the prostitutes rejoices and shouts for joy.
While the heart of our Lord remains heavy with sorrow.

My dear Sunday,
I will tell of thy sacredness,
I will tell of thy rest,
I will ring it like a bell in the ears of mortal men.
I pray they will hear and repent.
I pray they will honour you.
I pray decency will rub off from you to your sisters.
I pray that we shall come to the reality of the importance of your God and imprint His words dearly in our hearts.

Oh sweet Sunday.
In solemnity of heart,
Have I thus declared.