A visit to the goddess priest
By Abraham Nwankwo
They walked the long distance along the narrow path,
Hemmed in by tall grasses on both sides.
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He curved his palm around the flame,
So that the wind would not blow it out.
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The rain threatened: thunder roared, lightning flashed.
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A dog squatted by the door into the hut;
Barked as they approached the sanctuary,
But the priest came out just in time,
To calm the four-legged guard and prevent a bite;
As he ushered his guests into the hut.
Above the entrance, on the thatched roof,
Hung a dry, unopened calabash.
Around it was tied fresh palm fronds;
And strings of cowries and dirty farthings.
Oh! Farthings, long extinct in the market place.
