Crossroads of faith
By Abraham E. Nwankwo
Neither the ritual appeasement of the spirits,
Nor the prayers of the missionary priest,
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Could restore Zarima’s health for years:
At the crossroads of faiths designed by fate!
At night, under the bodiless veil they hid,
To take her to the priest of the goddess.
By day, spurred by the hope that light brings,
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They would invite the Christian priest to pray.
All they sought was for her pains to end.
Who were they to choose between the means,
If the bondage a mystery remained?
So welcome whichever that brought relief.
